she sees angels in the architecture
"Do you really think so?" Turning to regard the Spyglass now, with dark eyes and furrowed brows, Tobi is on the verge of suggesting that something be done about Cian's overstepping if that was really the case. "Besides, I'm a doctor. I'm not like you, or the others, even." Tobi did not come equipped with special items that let her be more than she was. She was just...October. A healer. Nothing more than that.
Having no lewd or unsavoury memories of the Silk Houses, Tobi is able to appreciate the morning smells and sounds as nothing more than what they were. Stepping inside the bistro and noticing only tangentially what the typically level of dress was, the doctor keeps her thoughts to herself until they're settled and seated.
Unwrapping her scarf and setting it on the corner of the table, Tobi drums her fingers on her menu. "I'm not sure. It's hard to know what I prefer since I don't have any idea what either option would be like, really." Her dark eyes drift over the offerings of the bistro written in a font that's too cursive to be easily legible, but she isn't really seeing anything more than scribbles anyway. "Do you ever see yourself not being in the Order?"
Having no lewd or unsavoury memories of the Silk Houses, Tobi is able to appreciate the morning smells and sounds as nothing more than what they were. Stepping inside the bistro and noticing only tangentially what the typically level of dress was, the doctor keeps her thoughts to herself until they're settled and seated.
Unwrapping her scarf and setting it on the corner of the table, Tobi drums her fingers on her menu. "I'm not sure. It's hard to know what I prefer since I don't have any idea what either option would be like, really." Her dark eyes drift over the offerings of the bistro written in a font that's too cursive to be easily legible, but she isn't really seeing anything more than scribbles anyway. "Do you ever see yourself not being in the Order?"
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