[ She didn't need to see through anything, really. No, just... there's no way anyone can call themselves lucky when their lover is dead. Not... like this. Not so soon.
In a way, it's projection, more than observation.
She tilts her had, and then averts her gaze, finally bringing her blood-tea up to her lips to sip it.
... It's better. ]
... You're welcome, then. You've helped us plenty too.
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In a way, it's projection, more than observation.
She tilts her had, and then averts her gaze, finally bringing her blood-tea up to her lips to sip it.
... It's better. ]
... You're welcome, then. You've helped us plenty too.