[ Lauralae can almost scent him when he arrives, and she is pushing herself up even as he lifts his hand to knock. Her fingers, gloved as ever, reach out to tug it open, and her head tilts as she gazes up at him. With her height as she is, she has to tilt her head to look upon him properly, and her expression might be considered warm.
Not quite a smile, but close enough that he will know he is welcomed here. ]
A few hours at least. I would enjoy that.
[ Her fingers flex absently, an unconscious motion. ]
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Not quite a smile, but close enough that he will know he is welcomed here. ]
A few hours at least. I would enjoy that.
[ Her fingers flex absently, an unconscious motion. ]
Would you have it here, or out in the gardens?