[There is something unnaturally comforting about being addressed by a friend in the almost-privacy of the library - she hears the quiet clicking of Cinnamon's claws on the floorboards before they are followed by shoes, slightly scuffed, of a style even she might call "old fashioned."]
Victor.
[The relief she feels at seeing another face she remembers - another person who didn't leave, another person she still has here - has her neglecting politesse in favour of familiarity. Setting down the books in her arms Evelyn approaches him swiftly, stopping short only when she realises they haven't yet reached a point in their friendship where embraces are an acceptable sort of greeting.]
I'm glad- [No, too cruel to say that she is happy to see him. Too cruel for him, when he may want to return home.] It's good to see you.
action;
Victor.
[The relief she feels at seeing another face she remembers - another person who didn't leave, another person she still has here - has her neglecting politesse in favour of familiarity. Setting down the books in her arms Evelyn approaches him swiftly, stopping short only when she realises they haven't yet reached a point in their friendship where embraces are an acceptable sort of greeting.]
I'm glad- [No, too cruel to say that she is happy to see him. Too cruel for him, when he may want to return home.] It's good to see you.