That sounds like an assassination attempt. [Quin says this halfway to herself. More accurately, it sounds like the diversion for an assassination to happen underneath. Who knows how things are done in this other country, though?
She had pulled her hands away from Psyche's hair quickly a few days ago, unsure if her gentle correction was a rebuke. Now, she seems hesitant to release the hand in hers, though her grip still has the same quality to it, not aware of what is too hard or too long.
Finally she allows it, letting the hand slip through hers, though her fingertips skirt Psyche's palm on the way.]
How fortunate for you, at least, for her not to have been. The church in my country is rotten underneath, but you may really be divinely protected. [She chews on that sentence - and will allow Psyche to do the same.]
This, too, is not your fault, you understand that?
grips your hands tightly...!
She had pulled her hands away from Psyche's hair quickly a few days ago, unsure if her gentle correction was a rebuke. Now, she seems hesitant to release the hand in hers, though her grip still has the same quality to it, not aware of what is too hard or too long.
Finally she allows it, letting the hand slip through hers, though her fingertips skirt Psyche's palm on the way.]
How fortunate for you, at least, for her not to have been. The church in my country is rotten underneath, but you may really be divinely protected. [She chews on that sentence - and will allow Psyche to do the same.]
This, too, is not your fault, you understand that?