(She can sense that he's close to snapping. He's locked up on the couch beside her like he's torn between fight or flight and since she won't allow him to come at her, the second option is the only one that stands. He'll be gone soon, and who knows when she'll next see him face-to-face? He is part of her heart, and Lucretia has known him for far too long to not know exactly how this will go. If he truly doesn't want her to see him, then she won't.
It's so hard. The ache of knowing he's here after so long without contact from any of them burns her in the most complex of ways. She has missed him, so dearly.)
Wonderland. (She supplies, and folds her hands in her lap.) I just escaped from Wonderland.
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It's so hard. The ache of knowing he's here after so long without contact from any of them burns her in the most complex of ways. She has missed him, so dearly.)
Wonderland. (She supplies, and folds her hands in her lap.) I just escaped from Wonderland.