As it turned out, everyone grieved differently -- and Elizabeth's preferred method was to just not openly do so, ever. Instead to celebrate her father as she thought he might want, to throw him a party. Invite everyone she knew, even if they didn't know him or her that well. And it was keeping her busy enough, along with preparing her lessons for
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And this was really kind of crazy, the woman, dressed super-fancy, crying under the table. Tate appeared there, cross-legged, elbows on his knees. "Are you okay?"
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Her voice was broken, raspy.
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She rounded a corner, and quite unexpectedly found herself nearly tripping over someone who was hunched over a chair. Steadying herself and gathering her skirts up, she peered down.
"I apologize. I didn't see you there, and..." And it suddenly dawned on her that this was too unusual. Something was not right.
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Now here Elizabeth was, carrying around a memory of a bright woman that this place had seen fit to preserve. "My lady Katherine..." It's a quiet murmur, and she barely lifted her head from her arms.
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Kneeling down beside her, Katherine gently touched her cousin's arm. She was not so little anymore, of course, but it mostly felt the same. "Has someone upset you, Elizabeth?"
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"... Just... Just time. The things I cannot help." The history book was still beside her on the floor.
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'What in the hell has this place done now?' Was all she could think to herself, as she scanned the room for the source. She saw a woman trying to tuck herself under a table. She slowly walked over, kneeling next to her.
"Are you OK?"
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"It's a cruel thing, to know your fate."
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"My lady, what..." I see the book. There really is nothing to be said.
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"Captain. It's..." well she didn't say anything else. Words, they had always been her ally, but they seemed so useless now.
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"Do you wish an escort back to your room?" That might help, not to be in public.
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She closed her eyes again, turning away and trying to get a hold of this. "... I... read... He asked me to. My Father, he asked me to read the books for him, and that we'd do it together." Her voice wasn't much more of a whisper, trembling with the effort of saying it. "He always gave me books. He always was happy for me to learn..."
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However, he was distracted from his goal when he saw someone under the table. He set his backpack down in a chair and crouched down on his little legs, brows furrowed. "Hello, Elizabeth."
(tada!)
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(omgyey<3)
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"Come here..." patted beside her. "I can explain this too, if you like."
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