Ophelia stretched, blurry eyes turning towards the windows and seeing it was day light now. That, well, that was not how she remembered it being just a few minutes ago, but if the paper she tried to hide was any indication, wet as it was, she had been asleep for some time now. That tracked -- she had been working on a rather curious little plant, one that she was going to have to go see Réné about before too long, she figured. But first, she knew she needed to exhaust all possible explanations and factors -- she didn't want to waste his time with her elementary queries.
"[color=#ff4136]Just.. this.[/color]" She gestured vaguely to the various botanical drawings and sheets of parchment that littered the desk, before she went to smooth and hand down her cheek, checking for more drool, and effectively streaking more ink from her cheek bone to her jaw line. "[color=#ff4136]You as a father, not something I thought I'd live to see, or be privy to at least. Do.. is there laundry or something you need me to take care of?[/color]" She realized she had been in the "tower" for longer than she intended, and she hadn't meant to fall behind on anything. "[color=#ff4136]Does Maeve need anything,[/color]" she specified, coming down from the desk and into the main area of the room. His family had always taken good care of her growing up, and she had said if he ever had his own, she would take as good of care of them as she had received -- and it felt like she might be failing him in that.
"[color=#ff4136]Do you need anything? A new brain, ten hours of sleep?[/color]" Even with the small sense of being less than, she felt a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, the light teasing reminding her that this was Luce she was with. The person that had treated her like family since they had met.
"[color=#ff4136]Just.. this.[/color]" She gestured vaguely to the various botanical drawings and sheets of parchment that littered the desk, before she went to smooth and hand down her cheek, checking for more drool, and effectively streaking more ink from her cheek bone to her jaw line. "[color=#ff4136]You as a father, not something I thought I'd live to see, or be privy to at least. Do.. is there laundry or something you need me to take care of?[/color]" She realized she had been in the "tower" for longer than she intended, and she hadn't meant to fall behind on anything. "[color=#ff4136]Does Maeve need anything,[/color]" she specified, coming down from the desk and into the main area of the room. His family had always taken good care of her growing up, and she had said if he ever had his own, she would take as good of care of them as she had received -- and it felt like she might be failing him in that.
"[color=#ff4136]Do you need anything? A new brain, ten hours of sleep?[/color]" Even with the small sense of being less than, she felt a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, the light teasing reminding her that this was Luce she was with. The person that had treated her like family since they had met.
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