[ As Yzak talks, Lucy watches him with what can only be described as a blank expression. She lets him speak his piece without commentary. Or, at least, no audible commentary.
Is this what it's like to have a mother? Someone who just bursts into the scene and scolds you from the get-go? She's not sure what to make of the mixture of annoyance, relief, dread, and indigestion she feels right now. ]
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Is this what it's like to have a mother? Someone who just bursts into the scene and scolds you from the get-go? She's not sure what to make of the mixture of annoyance, relief, dread, and indigestion she feels right now. ]
I'm not bleeding, if that's your concern.