“Yes,” she finally spoke. “Along with the Millies.”
So she knows them as Millies too, Lillia mused. “And how did you feel when Amelia fell ill?”
Briar Rose lowered her gaze again to her cup, her delicate fingers twirling round the rim. “That was unfortunate, she seemed very hopeful.”
“Mm—” Lillia watched her closely.
“You know, it is difficult,” she continued, “when you prepare yourself for something, when you allow yourself to imagine a future… and then it’s taken away by circumstances beyond your control.”
Perhaps she was missing something. Or perhaps she was overthinking. But there was something about Briar Rose that stirred both pity and unease.
Even Fenris stirred, but remained silent. Fenris had been mostly silent today. Lillia thought as she sipped some more lemonade.
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