strange, the things that we regret

[anna_morcades]

Morgause has dismissed Hero for the night, and is sitting on her bed in her nightrobe, with her hair in plaits. The room is dark, except for a faint glimmer from the fireplace.

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[le_desirous]

When Sagramore comes in, he does so, for the first time, without knocking. He looks, simply put, exhausted. The skin around his eyes is bruised from lack of sleep, his face looks lined, he moves with a kind of weariness; but he smiles at her anyway.

"You said you'd leave it down for me."

[anna_morcades]

She looks up sharply, then smiles a bit. "Didst not send word."

[le_desirous]

"That's true. I neglected to do that."

[anna_morcades]

Morgause holds out her arms to him, silently.