Asked with a patience she feels little of, one which she expects will do nothing to fool those present. Not when her tongue's already slipped free.
What does overfamiliarity even mean to a self-styled hermit? (One who'd still bristle, she expects, to be ignored.) It would seem odd to think it a matter of class, when Gwenaelle surrounds herself with such varied company — but all those outside aristocratic norms. A climbing trade might not qualify.
"There has been some talk of late deliveries. Have the staffs spoken?"
Would Gwen even know? She's been involving herself enough in their business lately that the possibility can't be discounted.
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"How so?"
Asked with a patience she feels little of, one which she expects will do nothing to fool those present. Not when her tongue's already slipped free.
What does overfamiliarity even mean to a self-styled hermit? (One who'd still bristle, she expects, to be ignored.) It would seem odd to think it a matter of class, when Gwenaelle surrounds herself with such varied company — but all those outside aristocratic norms. A climbing trade might not qualify.
"There has been some talk of late deliveries. Have the staffs spoken?"
Would Gwen even know? She's been involving herself enough in their business lately that the possibility can't be discounted.