Did she? Considering the circumstances, I could wish she'd said as much to me.

[ Medea watches with her head slightly cocked, taking in each movement as though observing a performance whose quality she's yet to decide on. Just which resemblance had Psyche been meaning to suggest? A rabbit's instinctive recognition of the shadow of a circling raptor? She hasn't decided yet if she's offended. ]

Her letters have been rather— [ rushed, short, focused on things of lesser importance ] incomplete. I can see she's omitted quite a bit. Now, why would she have made a comparison like that...?

[ "Practical and direct," Psyche had written; an early impression, she assumes, but nonetheless entirely inadequate to the decidedly fey woman who could let out a laugh like that. ]