[ Lucina lingers at the edge of the table. Still standing, her hands rest lightly on its surface. Her gaze, topped by a quizzically furrowed brow, follows him as he moves about the room. ]
Connor, what is this about?
[ ...The muscles in her neck tremble as she suppresses another cough.
no subject
Connor, what is this about?
[ ...The muscles in her neck tremble as she suppresses another cough.
Still not sick, though. ]