Those first words are quite relieving. Enough so that she's actually already considering whether she'll need a second cup of tea. To let Kate tell her about whatever project or dilemma has placed this serious graveness within Kate's blue eyes. As she'd be glad to help as much as she can, for as long as she is still here.
Before she's certain she must have heard that wrong.
Marian's mouth draws closed, lips pressed together. Eyelashes fluttering through quick blinks of confusion. Her lips pressed together. Head tilting in direct, sharp unspoken question first. Dark curls falling to one side, over a shoulder. Eyebrows pushing upward. Too many words falling against them. The thought that it's not possible hitting every proof of Milliways since the day she walked
"Caspian is a frog?" A sharp, next possible moment, repetition.
Her mind at how and where, but her mouth, shooting out next, "Is he alright?"
Marian's blue-grey eyes were suddenly checking across Kate's hands and the pockets of her duster, as she was pushing up from her chair, leaving everything else, instantly, behind.
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Before she's certain she must have heard that wrong.
Marian's mouth draws closed, lips pressed together. Eyelashes fluttering through quick blinks of confusion. Her lips pressed together. Head tilting in direct, sharp unspoken question first. Dark curls falling to one side, over a shoulder. Eyebrows pushing upward. Too many words falling against them. The thought that it's not possible hitting every proof of Milliways since the day she walked
"Caspian is a frog?" A sharp, next possible moment, repetition.
Her mind at how and where, but her mouth, shooting out next, "Is he alright?"
Marian's blue-grey eyes were suddenly checking across Kate's hands and the pockets of her duster, as she was pushing up from her chair, leaving everything else, instantly, behind.