[Sal knows what it feels like to lie to someone important; this, however, feels like a promise she can somehow manage to keep. So why is she so reluctant to part ways, if just for tonight?]
...Good night, Anathema.
[The wind can't mask the affection when Sal says that name. She likes to say it, she realizes, as if such a tiny thing can be such a big comfort in this strange and sometimes dangerous world they've been brought to. In just a few days, when the other woman disappears, she's going to find how much she'll miss it.]
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[She pulls in a quick breath of cold air, holds it in. Wait. Wait.]
Chamomile, I'll remember it. Should I...let you go? There's got to be something you need to do tonight, right?
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Maybe. I have a new roommate who's still settling in, so I... should probably go check on him and cook lunch for tomorrow.
We'll talk again soon, though, Sal.
[ An easy promise. Little does Anathema know she'll outright vanish in a few days, whisked off by the Porter. ]
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[Sal knows what it feels like to lie to someone important; this, however, feels like a promise she can somehow manage to keep. So why is she so reluctant to part ways, if just for tonight?]
...Good night, Anathema.
[The wind can't mask the affection when Sal says that name. She likes to say it, she realizes, as if such a tiny thing can be such a big comfort in this strange and sometimes dangerous world they've been brought to. In just a few days, when the other woman disappears, she's going to find how much she'll miss it.]