She chuckles, bowing her head in acknowledgement and agreement at this sally with a smile on her face.
The smile fades as she considers the question of fleeting things, and vanishes as he pronounces his Doom. She sits upright, frowning. "That is no small curse. Can there be no escape from it, no reparations made?"
He is a master craftsman. She respects that.
The smile fades as she considers the question of fleeting things, and vanishes as he pronounces his Doom. She sits upright, frowning. "That is no small curse. Can there be no escape from it, no reparations made?"