She looks up, instantly. The book coming down, a fingertip slipping between the pages, as she looks up to find Kate.
It has been a while, but not all that long for Marian. Which feels both too long, given Nottingham's endless suffocating walls, and, ultimately, unimportant in the wake of those first words. Drawing her delicate brows, as well as her shoulders together. Making her press upward from her seat, not lifting from it, but leaning toward the woman.
"Of course." She lifted her other hand, in a graceful turn, gesturing to the chair at her side. "Is everything alright?"
Kate is smiling. It can't be so bad that she needs her deep, immediate concern. But those words drive in daggers.
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It has been a while, but not all that long for Marian. Which feels both too long, given Nottingham's endless suffocating walls, and, ultimately, unimportant in the wake of those first words. Drawing her delicate brows, as well as her shoulders together. Making her press upward from her seat, not lifting from it, but leaning toward the woman.
"Of course." She lifted her other hand, in a graceful turn, gesturing to the chair at her side. "Is everything alright?"
Kate is smiling. It can't be so bad that she needs her deep, immediate concern. But those words drive in daggers.