[And thus he decides that she is either not providing context on purpose, or yanking his chain, or both. It wins an eye roll regardless, because neither option puts her in his good graces.
And besides, Weir makes a point not to trust at face value. He knows a friendly demeanor isn’t indicative of whatever might lie beneath, that any stranger here might be helpful one minute and have a strict change of heart the next. And until he’s better sorted—gods know when that will be, if ever—then this is liable not to change.
All that to say her smile is met with dismissiveness, because despite the way he turns on his heel, and tosses a shining vial stuffed with herbs her way—]
no subject
And besides, Weir makes a point not to trust at face value. He knows a friendly demeanor isn’t indicative of whatever might lie beneath, that any stranger here might be helpful one minute and have a strict change of heart the next. And until he’s better sorted—gods know when that will be, if ever—then this is liable not to change.
All that to say her smile is met with dismissiveness, because despite the way he turns on his heel, and tosses a shining vial stuffed with herbs her way—]
Catch this.
[He doesn’t give a name in return.]
Open it, smell it, and describe it for me.