"I only don't want there to be any inconvenience for Yngvi or the other Boneflayers," Gwenaëlle says, flattening her hands carefully in her lap - making herself stop fidgeting, making herself ignore the dull green glint that sometimes she finds she's almost used to, now.

(An unsettling realisation - all the things a person can grow accustomed to. She wonders if it was like that for her mother, sometimes, if Annegret just got used to a body that she couldn't rely on; this is different, she thinks, except, if she dies, then was it?)

"If he kicks up a fuss, that's all it will be. That's only what I wanted to make sure you knew."

Emeric will do a lot of things in a hot temper, but at his worst and at her least charitable to him, she knows full well that none of them will ever be 'anything he well knows might hurt her'. Especially in this, especially when ultimately she is the only reason for the continued Vauquelin contributions, beyond her upkeep -

"Wait, what?"

--is a slightly delayed reaction to it apparently not having occurred to her at any point that her presence might be in some way appreciated. The bewildered nose-wrinkle is sort of sweet, in a way.