(She'd moved out into the living room in anticipation of this; the wait had been a bit torturous. She'd been expecting Lup to teleport in, but it makes sense that she'd rather take her time. Still, Lucretia is very anxious by the time she does show up. She's been pressing her fingernails into her palms, squeezing her hands into little tight fists.
How exactly are they supposed to start this conversation? Lup look so sad.)
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(She'd moved out into the living room in anticipation of this; the wait had been a bit torturous. She'd been expecting Lup to teleport in, but it makes sense that she'd rather take her time. Still, Lucretia is very anxious by the time she does show up. She's been pressing her fingernails into her palms, squeezing her hands into little tight fists.
How exactly are they supposed to start this conversation? Lup look so sad.)
Are... are you okay?