[Open] And she would have him, if only he were there.

[fairy_fingers]

There is a timid young French girl, dressed in the typical fashion of the Second Empire, sitting in the common room.  She found, not a trestle but a canvas and a spare one, and she's working on finishing a shirt in what can only be identified as clear colors of silver, white and gray.

She works with silent dedication, not even singing.  Sometimes

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[skewedeyes]

Felix is in a bit better mood than usual, and probably is flipping through his book as he wanders by, and notices her, and blinks a little before remembering that wait he's supposed to be responsible for her, oops.

Hesitating, then, is how he'll be proceeding.

[fairy_fingers]

When she catches the red hair in her peripheral vision, she'll look up, faster than she should, barely avoiding the needle.

"--- Unc -- Felix!" He told her not to call him uncle last time.

[skewedeyes]

He looks a little surprised, and just a little bit deer-in-headlights. "--Angelique," trying to be calm and collected, sort of, oops, he knew this was a bad idea and he'd fail at it.

[fairy_fingers]

She stands, abruptly. "--- are you -- I'm --- is this a good time? I'm sorry - you look busy, I should -- "

[eldeststark]

Robb did not deliberately disobey his father! He was just walking with Grey Wind and Grey Wind led him...here. And poked his nose in the doorway, and then of course he had to go after him, and -

Not that Angelique is asking any of this.

"--my lady?"

[fairy_fingers]

She colors deeply, but the shirt is right there under his nose and -- what can she do? --- "My Lord." She stands, curtseys, very politely.

She's confused by the formality.

[eldeststark]

Mostly it's just automatic, and a moment later he almost - rushes across the room, reaches for her hands. "---Angelique," much more earnestly, with feeling.

[fairy_fingers]

She reaches back, but she had needlework in her hands, pauses awkwardly, puts it down on the couch before she slips her hands in his. "Oh, Robb..." She's flushed and a bit breathless - just seeing him made her blood run hot.

[dontcallmeser]

Sore, still, but determined not to be a useless lump, Sandor is back on his feet, though with the concession of having bound his shoulder firmly motionless. He doesn't really want it coming apart again. That wouldn't be fun to deal with. And especially not for Phedre.

However, should Ange emerge from her room, he's probably downstairs, peeling an apple with a short knife and looking fairly grumpy, if a bit less so than usual. He might still be a little dazed in some ways by the aftermath more than the injury itself.

[fairy_fingers]

Maybe she's going for a cup of tea - and she'll be walking in the kitchen like a quiet little mouse, trying not to disturb the scary, big man with a pointy object.

[dontcallmeser]

If you think he's not going to notice you, Angelique, you are a little silly. It's okay. We excuse you the desire not to be noticed by this particular one. However, his eyes narrow and he's watching her through peripheral vision.

"I can still hear you when you creep like that, girl."

[fairy_fingers]

"I just didn't want to be in the way, is all," she replies, quietly. "I won't be long to get out, anyway."

[fallenlomion]

Maeglin is back up, but he's not back together, quite. He keeps it fairly well under the surface. But there's something skulking about the way he moves again, and the twitchy glances over his shoulder aren't quite voluntary. He's more secretive, quieter, less social.

That's probably why Angelique hasn't seen him. But he can't avoid everyone and doesn't really try that hard except with the majority of his family. Especially the strange not-uncle. Him most of all.

[fairy_fingers]

When she spots him, she'll stand with her needle work and come sit next to him, in companionable silence.

He can ignore her if he wants, but she is certainly not ignoring him.

[fallenlomion]

He doesn't ignore her, though he's not quite sure what to do with her, either. He tries to summon a false smile, though. "Good morrow, Angelique."

Totally normal! Totally functional! ahahahaha whee.

[fairy_fingers]

She smiles back, a little bit. "Good morning, Lomion. It's been a long time. Are you alright?"