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If it’s praise and pride Edwyn wants, he’ll get it in spades - when the Wraith hears about the writer’s accomplishment regarding the Torchline shrine (something that had very much slipped her mind, what with everything going on - even though somehow she knew that the last endeavor had killed Mabel), pure relief sweeps through her. Ice-blue eyes close and she nods, a small smile creeping out before she opens them again and looks at him with the air of both a proud older sibling and thankful supplicant.
“Thank you.” It’s all she can say right now, hopeful that her tone conveys the depth of her appreciation for his work. Pulling a pad of paper and a pencil from the table by the chair, she jots herself a note and makes no effort to hide it. Edwyn repaired the Torchline shrine. Tearing the peace of paper off, she places it on the table for Daphne to collect later - a way to remember what’s happened when her memory goes back to being blurry and ill defined.
And there will be yet more asked of him, though she currently has the good sense not to ask him to murder the Fae (no promises on later). “We need lilies,” she begins without much explanation. “From the Climb. To maybe trade for the metal. If Loren won’t -” give it to them, they’ll just have to find another way to force his hand.
She’s written down her penultimate move, but they’re not quite there yet.
“Come with me,” she tells him. As guide and leash and voice of reason.
“Thank you.” It’s all she can say right now, hopeful that her tone conveys the depth of her appreciation for his work. Pulling a pad of paper and a pencil from the table by the chair, she jots herself a note and makes no effort to hide it. Edwyn repaired the Torchline shrine. Tearing the peace of paper off, she places it on the table for Daphne to collect later - a way to remember what’s happened when her memory goes back to being blurry and ill defined.
And there will be yet more asked of him, though she currently has the good sense not to ask him to murder the Fae (no promises on later). “We need lilies,” she begins without much explanation. “From the Climb. To maybe trade for the metal. If Loren won’t -” give it to them, they’ll just have to find another way to force his hand.
She’s written down her penultimate move, but they’re not quite there yet.
“Come with me,” she tells him. As guide and leash and voice of reason.
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