[ Psyche pauses, glancing over at the interruption as she begins to neatly fold the paper she was writing on. The motion is unhurried but seamless, covering the text before Waltaquin can get too close. One eyebrow lifts; the hesitation draws out a beat longer than it ordinarily might, as though her thoughts are uncharacteristically far away.
Maybe, considering the events of the day, not altogether surprising? ]
Oh... Waltaquin. I was only taking a moment to think. What were you doing here this late?
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Maybe, considering the events of the day, not altogether surprising? ]
Oh... Waltaquin. I was only taking a moment to think. What were you doing here this late?