(She blinks, finally looking at him instead of down into her wine glass.)
They... heard Lup? (That flicker of hope in her chest feels cruel: she resolutely ignores it. If it ends up being true she'll be pleasantly surprised, but there's no way she could handle losing Lup twice over. The look on Taako's face tells a similar story, and Lucretia finds herself gently covering his hand with her palm, giving it a soft squeeze.)
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They... heard Lup? (That flicker of hope in her chest feels cruel: she resolutely ignores it. If it ends up being true she'll be pleasantly surprised, but there's no way she could handle losing Lup twice over. The look on Taako's face tells a similar story, and Lucretia finds herself gently covering his hand with her palm, giving it a soft squeeze.)