Retiring from the field while you're still the victor, she doesn't say, realizing a moment later that it's actually easier to navigate this conversation when they're slightly at odds. At least then the boundaries are clearer, when she isn't searching for the safe middle ground between standoffish and too familiar. She doesn't owe him anything, no, but he's Lucius and he's hurt and her instinct-
-well, all right, her instinct has always been to burn down whatever hurt him. But after that, to help. To soothe. Only he isn't hers, precisely, and she doesn't know what's allowed, and she isn't used to having to think in terms of needing permission. It's unfamiliar and disconcerting, which automatically makes it annoying.
That isn't his fault, but that's annoying, too.
"I'll see you in the morning, then," she says, setting her own glass down beside her plate. At least this'll give her an opportunity to speak with her husband before the two of them meet. That- she thinks that would be best. "Do you need anything?"
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-well, all right, her instinct has always been to burn down whatever hurt him. But after that, to help. To soothe. Only he isn't hers, precisely, and she doesn't know what's allowed, and she isn't used to having to think in terms of needing permission. It's unfamiliar and disconcerting, which automatically makes it annoying.
That isn't his fault, but that's annoying, too.
"I'll see you in the morning, then," she says, setting her own glass down beside her plate. At least this'll give her an opportunity to speak with her husband before the two of them meet. That- she thinks that would be best. "Do you need anything?"