(Lucretia hums, and glances up at the sky. It's been a melancholy evening over all, but no part of it has been unwelcome. That, and she has a feeling Beverly very much needed to talk about this, and she's glad to have granted her that much at least.
She picks up her mug to sip, but the hot chocolate has gone completely cold. She warms it instantly with prestidigitation.)
Did I show you what I got from the maze? (She had, actually, but Beverly had been preoccupied by her photograph so she might not have noticed, which is fine. There were bigger things on her mind in that moment.)
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She picks up her mug to sip, but the hot chocolate has gone completely cold. She warms it instantly with prestidigitation.)
Did I show you what I got from the maze? (She had, actually, but Beverly had been preoccupied by her photograph so she might not have noticed, which is fine. There were bigger things on her mind in that moment.)