a fly on the wall

Only peripherally aware of how the worlds beyond and outside of Caido work (the diversity absolutely amazes her, she doesn’t pretend to understand how timelines can diverge, or even how to talk about it), Wessex nods and hums in the back of her throat. Interesting. It tracks in her head that Nate would be reticent to talk about that, knowing what she does (and that is, arguably, not a lot) about him. Her demigod brother has walls far higher than she does, and those battlements are armed with sarcasm and evasion, as opposed to hers, which are armed with responsibility and a low EQ. Choosing her old sitting room, the General opens the curtains and indicates he can take any seat. “If you’d like a fire, feel free to light one.” She’s sure she doesn’t have to explain why she won’t be doing it, herself. But the way she settles in to a chair and crosses an ankle over her knee indicates that she is open and ready for a discussion; perhaps she even already believes that he’s Nate’s brother and that he speaks the truth. And maybe… she’s just fucking with him. Wessex has a great politely listening face. That’s what happens when you don’t have to fight adrenaline surges. “Tell me more.” WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here