[ Lucina straightens a bit. Connor's curiosity is not something to condemn him for, certainly - and she had not intended her words to come out quite so withering. It had simply contributed to the fog in her head and the dry moss in her throat that she can't swallow her way around. Rather than address his apology, she tries to push forward, to let him know she isn't offended. ]
Of course you may. I'd be -
[ cough ]
I -
[ cough wheeze cough oH GODS IT'S ALIVE ]
I'd be glad of -
[ did we mention she's fucking coughing
By now, it seems that the mere act of opening her mouth exacerbates whatever is irritating her windpipes to the point of trying to evacuate themselves. Instead of finishing her sentence, Lucina gives up and reaches for her tea. A few steady gulps to warm her throat and flush her cheeks, and - oh! It's delicious! ]
Sorry for the delay! I was having internet trouble.
Of course you may. I'd be -
[ cough ]
I -
[ cough wheeze cough oH GODS IT'S ALIVE ]
I'd be glad of -
[ did we mention she's fucking coughing
By now, it seems that the mere act of opening her mouth exacerbates whatever is irritating her windpipes to the point of trying to evacuate themselves. Instead of finishing her sentence, Lucina gives up and reaches for her tea. A few steady gulps to warm her throat and flush her cheeks, and - oh! It's delicious! ]
...Sorry.