When he's left the hall, Gela doesn't immediately move. She sits there with her dinner cooling, congealing. She thinks.
There are a few options:
She could leave right now. Part of her thinks Marcus might have left her a gap between conversations for this purpose; he was there when she arrived unexpectedly in the dark, and must imagine her leaving in the same way. It wouldn't take long to pack. She's acquired things by staying here, but Gela remembers how to travel light. The only problem with this plan is that she doesn't want to go.
She could tell Marcus the truth in his office. She doesn't want to do that either, maybe even less than leaving. Somehow it feels too late to be considering it.
What Gela really wants to do is ask somebody for advice on how to get out of this, but she's told nobody of it. And she can't start now, there's no time... It feels like she sits at the table for ever, head in her hands, hating having fallen into this. Hating how attached she's become to this little life because now she can't bear to leave it.
When she arrives at his office she looks much the same as she did before, pale and resigned to her fate. No running, no hiding away, no asking for help... No casting magic either, so he'd better not ask her to do it. It's not that Marcus looks or acts at all like her mother, more that visiting him like this reminds Gela of her: a narrow room and chair, warm smoke and lamp-light, the sense of having done something wrong.
She finds she can't say anything to herald her arrival. She appears inside, without much noise.
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There are a few options:
She could leave right now. Part of her thinks Marcus might have left her a gap between conversations for this purpose; he was there when she arrived unexpectedly in the dark, and must imagine her leaving in the same way. It wouldn't take long to pack. She's acquired things by staying here, but Gela remembers how to travel light. The only problem with this plan is that she doesn't want to go.
She could tell Marcus the truth in his office. She doesn't want to do that either, maybe even less than leaving. Somehow it feels too late to be considering it.
What Gela really wants to do is ask somebody for advice on how to get out of this, but she's told nobody of it. And she can't start now, there's no time... It feels like she sits at the table for ever, head in her hands, hating having fallen into this. Hating how attached she's become to this little life because now she can't bear to leave it.
When she arrives at his office she looks much the same as she did before, pale and resigned to her fate. No running, no hiding away, no asking for help... No casting magic either, so he'd better not ask her to do it. It's not that Marcus looks or acts at all like her mother, more that visiting him like this reminds Gela of her: a narrow room and chair, warm smoke and lamp-light, the sense of having done something wrong.
She finds she can't say anything to herald her arrival. She appears inside, without much noise.