[ She stops, though it's doubtful whether she would have, if Taako hadn't asked. Lucretia just stares at him, her heart a knot in her chest. He's not yelling. He hasn't told her to leave. It's something, more than she'd hoped for, and she'll take it even if she can't understand why she's being given that much.
She shakes her head, uncomprehending. ]
What do you mean, what's -
[ And then she stops, her face going ashen as her brain catches up with her heart and she starts putting the pieces together. Taako's been out of the city, but Lucretia hasn't. She knows exactly what's been going on. Hell, this isn't even the first time she's been hit with it. She should have recognized the signs immediately.
Slowly, without another word, she looks down at her arm, drawing the sleeve back to reveal Taako seared onto her skin in perfect, sparkly-silver calligraphy. ]
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She shakes her head, uncomprehending. ]
What do you mean, what's -
[ And then she stops, her face going ashen as her brain catches up with her heart and she starts putting the pieces together. Taako's been out of the city, but Lucretia hasn't. She knows exactly what's been going on. Hell, this isn't even the first time she's been hit with it. She should have recognized the signs immediately.
Slowly, without another word, she looks down at her arm, drawing the sleeve back to reveal Taako seared onto her skin in perfect, sparkly-silver calligraphy. ]
Oh, shit.