[The touch very much solidifies to Robert that there isn't anyone else there. It's just him and Elizabeth. Rosalind... is only in his head. He'll forget that in an hour, fall back into the casual conversations he's used to in the interim space. During the hours where there was nothing to do but wait and watch and hope.
But for now. There is a young woman to distract him. A young woman he has always been particularly keen to get know. Truly get to know.]
It seems born more out of regret than malice. And easy enough to right.
[Except for the wings. The appendages themselves? He might forgive. But the colour. What on Earth was he going to match to that?
No. They'd have to be hidden away.]
Well then. [Improper as he looks at present, he can still act the gentleman. He puts his other hand over Elizabeth's lightly and nods with his head the way she seemed to have been coming.] This way, then?
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But for now. There is a young woman to distract him. A young woman he has always been particularly keen to get know. Truly get to know.]
It seems born more out of regret than malice. And easy enough to right.
[Except for the wings. The appendages themselves? He might forgive. But the colour. What on Earth was he going to match to that?
No. They'd have to be hidden away.]
Well then. [Improper as he looks at present, he can still act the gentleman. He puts his other hand over Elizabeth's lightly and nods with his head the way she seemed to have been coming.] This way, then?