She pours herself a cup now and, for a brief moment, laments that there is nothing stronger to tip into it. It has been one of those weeks. She says, "How are you?" in a way that is transparently obvious — she wants the attention off herself and her own work.
Fifi catches the question without complaint, seeing well enough that Gela wants to think about anything else.
"Can't complain," she says simply, raising her teacup to inhale a bit of steam, "it was nice going to Val Royeaux, despite everything. It was my home for a long time."
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She pours herself a cup now and, for a brief moment, laments that there is nothing stronger to tip into it. It has been one of those weeks. She says, "How are you?" in a way that is transparently obvious — she wants the attention off herself and her own work.
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"Can't complain," she says simply, raising her teacup to inhale a bit of steam, "it was nice going to Val Royeaux, despite everything. It was my home for a long time."