[Ah. Her dark eyes scan the sewing tools, taking in their intricate design and elegant shapes.]
... I see.
[A widower. Sadly, that is not uncommon in Lucinda's experience. What she is experienced in are the words she practiced when addressing those who grieved, wrecked by loss, wanting to pay anything just to share one more moment with them.
... And at that moment she's weighed by the shame of not being able to muster anything meaningful. She hasn't been a proper medium in a long time.
Lucinda closes her eyes. Opens them again and gazes at the doctor unwaveringly.]
You love her still.
[Not a question. The woman moves to the side where the vault door is, with one hand tracing the seam and the other by her side with the jade bracelet barely hanging onto her fingers. They're stuck and all they have are tainted treasures in their hands.]
Was there anything else in your box? I'll doublecheck mine.
[She goes to retrieve hers and as she picks it up, she ruefully remarks.]
This wouldn't be the first time I was unwillingly stuck in a room.
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... I see.
[A widower. Sadly, that is not uncommon in Lucinda's experience. What she is experienced in are the words she practiced when addressing those who grieved, wrecked by loss, wanting to pay anything just to share one more moment with them.
... And at that moment she's weighed by the shame of not being able to muster anything meaningful. She hasn't been a proper medium in a long time.
Lucinda closes her eyes. Opens them again and gazes at the doctor unwaveringly.]
You love her still.
[Not a question. The woman moves to the side where the vault door is, with one hand tracing the seam and the other by her side with the jade bracelet barely hanging onto her fingers. They're stuck and all they have are tainted treasures in their hands.]
Was there anything else in your box? I'll doublecheck mine.
[She goes to retrieve hers and as she picks it up, she ruefully remarks.]
This wouldn't be the first time I was unwillingly stuck in a room.