She lets her gaze be drawn, unaware of the misery in her fog-gray eyes. He means it, she knows, every word. She can tell. Would that she could believe it so easily as he says it.
Propriety? she hears Roland say, when she'd known him only as Will Dearborn, echoes of the past from that awful night at the Mayor's House ringing in her ears. I'm surprised you know the meaning of the word. She remembers Olive Thorin, quiet and sad and overlooked at the foot of her husband's table, and so brave as well, so brave at the last when she'd died trying to save Susan and never mind all that'd come before.
Oh, she'd made her promise, no matter how she'd been driven to it, and then broken it as well - and paid for it, in the end, and others too. It's not fair, but when did that mean anything to ka's workings?
Tears shimmer in her eyes for an instant before she closes them, fighting back the sob that threatens to break free.
"Thee are kind," she whispers. "More than I deserve."
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Propriety? she hears Roland say, when she'd known him only as Will Dearborn, echoes of the past from that awful night at the Mayor's House ringing in her ears. I'm surprised you know the meaning of the word. She remembers Olive Thorin, quiet and sad and overlooked at the foot of her husband's table, and so brave as well, so brave at the last when she'd died trying to save Susan and never mind all that'd come before.
Oh, she'd made her promise, no matter how she'd been driven to it, and then broken it as well - and paid for it, in the end, and others too. It's not fair, but when did that mean anything to ka's workings?
Tears shimmer in her eyes for an instant before she closes them, fighting back the sob that threatens to break free.
"Thee are kind," she whispers. "More than I deserve."