[Wysteria's charge up the stairs abruptly falters just short of the next landing. Hopefully Bastien isn't following too closely lest she clip him with a whirling elbow.]
She was referring to me, obviously. I am quite young. And generally respectable.
[Oh but Bastien had asked something; what had it been? She mentally gropes back for it while resuming the climb.]
Advice? No. There is no advice. It's all hopeless. You will simply have to tolerate the abuse. —Valentine, under no circumstances are you to engage the Maejyr in any sort of conversation outside of whatever pleasantries you can manage. You must swear to me. He will see through you both directly otherwise.
[(They are going up the next creaking and distinctly shabby but rigidly scrubbed flight of stairs as well. Perhaps in defiance of the street on which the house is located, the iron nail of a woman certainly keeps everything scraped very clean.)]
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She was referring to me, obviously. I am quite young. And generally respectable.
[Oh but Bastien had asked something; what had it been? She mentally gropes back for it while resuming the climb.]
Advice? No. There is no advice. It's all hopeless. You will simply have to tolerate the abuse. —Valentine, under no circumstances are you to engage the Maejyr in any sort of conversation outside of whatever pleasantries you can manage. You must swear to me. He will see through you both directly otherwise.
[(They are going up the next creaking and distinctly shabby but rigidly scrubbed flight of stairs as well. Perhaps in defiance of the street on which the house is located, the iron nail of a woman certainly keeps everything scraped very clean.)]