[Lup allows herself to be tugged across the foyer, her gaze drifting down to the staff in Lucretia's possession. It's a physical reminder that there is still so, so much more that Lup needs to ask Lucretia about, an entire decade for her to catch up on, a million details she has to learn to be caught up to the rest of her family.
But Lucretia kneels to retrieve her items before she's looking back at Lup expectantly, her face aged but her eyes just as familiar as ever. Lup has time. Maybe not all the time in the world like they'd all felt during the early cycles, but she has plenty of time to ask what she needs to later.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow she'll ask.
For now, the elf curls her fingers around Lucretia's hand and tugs her once she's ready for her, already heading towards the stairs that will lead to her room.]
First things first, Luce. [Her heart is impossibly heavy, but Lup can't help the way her mouth curls.] We really need to have a chat about that outfit.
[Whatever happens, Lup has a feeling they'll end up fine.]
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But Lucretia kneels to retrieve her items before she's looking back at Lup expectantly, her face aged but her eyes just as familiar as ever. Lup has time. Maybe not all the time in the world like they'd all felt during the early cycles, but she has plenty of time to ask what she needs to later.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow she'll ask.
For now, the elf curls her fingers around Lucretia's hand and tugs her once she's ready for her, already heading towards the stairs that will lead to her room.]
First things first, Luce. [Her heart is impossibly heavy, but Lup can't help the way her mouth curls.] We really need to have a chat about that outfit.
[Whatever happens, Lup has a feeling they'll end up fine.]