Shelley is absurdly grateful for the distraction provided by Lanfear - how can someone look so perfect? - and takes the excuse to turn away slightly, back to the ever-moving whirl of the room, trying not to feel so sad.
She misses him, but that man is not Joar - not even Natael, who in spite of everything, she had ended up liking.
no subject
She misses him, but that man is not Joar - not even Natael, who in spite of everything, she had ended up liking.