[ Eurydice keeps waiting for him to whip out a razor, or maybe a pair of extra-sharp scissors. But he doesn't, and Eurydice relaxes a little.
At the mention of Orpheus, Eurydice smiles, small and a little shy. Gods, he's so good -- so sweet and earnest, unlike anyone else she's ever met. (She's going to figure out how to buy more time with him. She has to.) ]
Yes -- he's very kind. [ Eurydice does not tend to share as much as Orpheus does, especially not with someone she's just met, but there's a force that creeps into her tone all the same. She loves this man, deeply. ]
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At the mention of Orpheus, Eurydice smiles, small and a little shy. Gods, he's so good -- so sweet and earnest, unlike anyone else she's ever met. (She's going to figure out how to buy more time with him. She has to.) ]
Yes -- he's very kind. [ Eurydice does not tend to share as much as Orpheus does, especially not with someone she's just met, but there's a force that creeps into her tone all the same. She loves this man, deeply. ]
What are the bottles and cloth for?