"I will call myself King Margaux if you promise you will cry very pretty over my body," is delivered flippantly in return, pouring more wine into what she can only assume is Sabine's mug and pushing it to her, taking her own and sinking lower into the water. "You must wear sad colours and say: King Margaux, she was so beautiful, so kingly."
She cannot possibly have caught up so fast, she is just - in a mood.
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She cannot possibly have caught up so fast, she is just - in a mood.