[ Claude's reaction is mixed. A cocktail of suspicion and bitterness, one that seems too petty for his personal comfort.
On one hand, it's comforting to know that Iona is universally kind. On the other, it feels like a dull annoyance: of course she's like this. It's not just me that she's unnaturally overbearing to.
A breath, and he hard resets. Wipes that slate clean. ]
...I see. She is the type.
[ Objective and practical. ]
If this is a reunion, I won't be interrupting you. [ A wave of one hand, and he moves to get up. ] You must have pressing matters to speak to her about. Kindred spirits in art.
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On one hand, it's comforting to know that Iona is universally kind. On the other, it feels like a dull annoyance: of course she's like this. It's not just me that she's unnaturally overbearing to.
A breath, and he hard resets. Wipes that slate clean. ]
...I see. She is the type.
[ Objective and practical. ]
If this is a reunion, I won't be interrupting you. [ A wave of one hand, and he moves to get up. ] You must have pressing matters to speak to her about. Kindred spirits in art.