[The conversation grows hushed as the sounds of utensils and porridge consumption take over. It was normal, warm, with Lien obviously causing bumps in the conversation by just being... her.
There's an air of somberness half an hour later... Lien's listening to Ai's troubles, about the golden Servant in the church and how she truly cares for Diarmuid's well being... And then the dream. From that point on, the conversation is obscured somehow and the quiet takes over in the bedroom instead; there's something more natural than sinister, however.
Later, Lien (after telling her sister to sleep a little longer) exits the room with the tray with empty dishes and cups, bringing it over to the sink. As the water runs, she readjusts one of her gloves with a thoughtful look on her face.]
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There's an air of somberness half an hour later... Lien's listening to Ai's troubles, about the golden Servant in the church and how she truly cares for Diarmuid's well being... And then the dream. From that point on, the conversation is obscured somehow and the quiet takes over in the bedroom instead; there's something more natural than sinister, however.
Later, Lien (after telling her sister to sleep a little longer) exits the room with the tray with empty dishes and cups, bringing it over to the sink. As the water runs, she readjusts one of her gloves with a thoughtful look on her face.]