[Evelyn takes his hand and gets to her feet with a delicacy reserved for highborn ladies, prim and proper, tugging the blanket from her shoulders and folding it neatly.
It comes out before she can help it, words that leave her mouth without a second thought and possessing a sly air of button-pushing for the sake of pushing buttons in the first place. It isn't that she means to provoke, it's that-]
no subject
It comes out before she can help it, words that leave her mouth without a second thought and possessing a sly air of button-pushing for the sake of pushing buttons in the first place. It isn't that she means to provoke, it's that-]
I can walk, mother.
[No, she absolutely does.]