At that, she's still a moment - it is a small betrayal of her own anxieties tonight, but if he needs more than that to see that she isn't so blasé as she plays at...
Narcissa busies herself, promptly, with seeing that there's a towel in the guest bath and preparing to take and clean his things. "I do." A beat. "I do have my reasons, yes. You aren't the first." To have a future to tell her about.
The way she gazes at him for a long moment is somehow both distant and unnervingly present- it seems as though she'll say something, affected and important, but she breaks it off and steps away toward the door.
"Do you want something to drink, when you come down?" She does.
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Narcissa busies herself, promptly, with seeing that there's a towel in the guest bath and preparing to take and clean his things. "I do." A beat. "I do have my reasons, yes. You aren't the first." To have a future to tell her about.
The way she gazes at him for a long moment is somehow both distant and unnervingly present- it seems as though she'll say something, affected and important, but she breaks it off and steps away toward the door.
"Do you want something to drink, when you come down?" She does.