She nods, and smiles - relieved and resigned all at once, exhaustion from injury and medication tugging at her movements.
"Don't worry, won't be long." She assures him (or herself), as she picks up her book, and finds her marked place.
"You can be at no loss, Miss Bennet, to understand the reason for my journey hither. Your own heart, your own conscience, must tell you why I come." Oswin starts, her natural tendency towards mimicry lending Lady Catherine an extra especially supercilious tone.
The Lady Catherine has long since been sent off with a flea in her ear by the time Oswin slows, and stops, giving the door a very confused look.
It's.
Still there.
Clint is warm and solid beside her, the bed dipping a bit under their combined weight. It's... she knows she's a genius. But could she have imagined this?
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"Don't worry, won't be long." She assures him (or herself), as she picks up her book, and finds her marked place.
"You can be at no loss, Miss Bennet, to understand the reason for my journey hither. Your own heart, your own conscience, must tell you why I come." Oswin starts, her natural tendency towards mimicry lending Lady Catherine an extra especially supercilious tone.
The Lady Catherine has long since been sent off with a flea in her ear by the time Oswin slows, and stops, giving the door a very confused look.
It's.
Still there.
Clint is warm and solid beside her, the bed dipping a bit under their combined weight. It's... she knows she's a genius. But could she have imagined this?
...
She has to have, right?
...
Why is the world still going?