[ Yseult drops pins by the dozen into a small dish on the dressing table, the wig coming off in her hands. A second set of pins follows as Ellie washes, until finally she can dig hands into her own hair and shake it free with a rub at aching scalp. While Ellie makes tea she cleans her own face, wiping away the lady's try-hard glamour, winter-pale beneath except for faint dark smudges under her eyes, one of which she has been discreetly keeping on Ellie throughout. ]
Garsus is not a long-term plan [ she agrees, scrubbing at a lingering patch of cosmetic near her ear ] But good.
[ She turns then to face Ellie, looking her up and down once, and then lifts her chin toward the chair by the fire. (It doesn't ever get truly cold in Minrathous, but the day is cool and raw.) ] Sit. Tell me what happened.
[ She steps behind the shoulder-height folding screen in the corner to change, but looks back, prepared to prompt with a lifted brow if needed. ]
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Garsus is not a long-term plan [ she agrees, scrubbing at a lingering patch of cosmetic near her ear ] But good.
[ She turns then to face Ellie, looking her up and down once, and then lifts her chin toward the chair by the fire. (It doesn't ever get truly cold in Minrathous, but the day is cool and raw.) ] Sit. Tell me what happened.
[ She steps behind the shoulder-height folding screen in the corner to change, but looks back, prepared to prompt with a lifted brow if needed. ]