A slightly sad, sheepish look as Ishamael wipes a tear from her cheek with an index finger before reaching into his pocket to offer her a kerchief-black.
"Now, Lady Shelley, you will certainly grow acclimated as time goes on. Such is the nature of things."
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Date: 2006-02-13 09:39 pm (UTC)"Now, Lady Shelley, you will certainly grow acclimated as time goes on. Such is the nature of things."