[The light of the flame is more than enough to draw her glance and appropriately the look of at least one sleepy library attendant, given the stark contrast between it and the candles burned to near nubs around them. She's something of a mousy-looking woman, appropriately at home in a library but not quite so at home with playing bouncer should the need arise, and had just rounded a bookshelf when the flame sparked to life.
For a moment she looks torn between confronting the pair or just walking off. As Sarah flicks a glance over in her direction wondering what the woman might do, she ends up just sort of... walking away very quickly? Sarah wonders if this was like the other day when the thief in the street knew instantly she was a member of the Court. Maybe the attendant was just a little wary of the Otherworlders?
In the end Sarah wrinkles her nose just a little at the smell of the smoke but that's about all she does as the man himself leans back and appraises her. Sarah's decides to bear the weight of said appraisal by momentarily meeting his gaze and then letting go of a dry little chuckle in the end as he delivers his final assessment.
"You're lucky you made it out." A part of me never did. She doesn't venture down that road just yet though. He had accepted the briefest bit of the story without issue (unsurprisingly, given what bits she had heard of his talk with the Emperor) and even commiserated in a way. It figured that here in a world of magic and people from all kinds of worlds, she wouldn't have to be so tight-lipped about herself.
She leans forward to scratch a few more lines of writing on her paper as her lips curve into a faint smile. She doesn't need her reading glasses for writing thankfully and needs something to occupy her hands as much as ever while she speaks.]
Yeah, I really was. I wouldn't have if I hadn't had help. Or if I hadn't known the right words.
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For a moment she looks torn between confronting the pair or just walking off. As Sarah flicks a glance over in her direction wondering what the woman might do, she ends up just sort of... walking away very quickly? Sarah wonders if this was like the other day when the thief in the street knew instantly she was a member of the Court. Maybe the attendant was just a little wary of the Otherworlders?
In the end Sarah wrinkles her nose just a little at the smell of the smoke but that's about all she does as the man himself leans back and appraises her. Sarah's decides to bear the weight of said appraisal by momentarily meeting his gaze and then letting go of a dry little chuckle in the end as he delivers his final assessment.
"You're lucky you made it out." A part of me never did. She doesn't venture down that road just yet though. He had accepted the briefest bit of the story without issue (unsurprisingly, given what bits she had heard of his talk with the Emperor) and even commiserated in a way. It figured that here in a world of magic and people from all kinds of worlds, she wouldn't have to be so tight-lipped about herself.
She leans forward to scratch a few more lines of writing on her paper as her lips curve into a faint smile. She doesn't need her reading glasses for writing thankfully and needs something to occupy her hands as much as ever while she speaks.]
Yeah, I really was. I wouldn't have if I hadn't had help. Or if I hadn't known the right words.