( she observes him calmly as he flinches back; she doesn't think much of it, except that perhaps not even the decrepit of her own house had such poor reactions to being slightly surprised. but harrow's is the kind of eye constantly winnow out the faults and flaws and weaknesses of those around her, even when it was not strictly-speaking necessary or beneficial, so... it's just reflexive, at this point.
she is silent for a moment, then: ) Yes. A revenant. ( does she have to explain? no. she won't. she loathes explaining basic necromantic tenets when certainly they won't be internalized or appreciated. instead, she answers his question in the only way she can: with brutal honesty. ) ...No. But certainly you have done something to gain their ire.
( sure, he looks odd to her eyes, but she is also aware that the penitent of the ninth appear as a shadow cult to the rest of the world, so she tries to take her own perceptions with a grain of salt.
she's... trying not to judge him, but instead she takes interest, trying to worry out the solution to this mystery (as was her wont). ) What is it? ( she gestures to the cup. )
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she is silent for a moment, then: ) Yes. A revenant. ( does she have to explain? no. she won't. she loathes explaining basic necromantic tenets when certainly they won't be internalized or appreciated. instead, she answers his question in the only way she can: with brutal honesty. ) ...No. But certainly you have done something to gain their ire.
( sure, he looks odd to her eyes, but she is also aware that the penitent of the ninth appear as a shadow cult to the rest of the world, so she tries to take her own perceptions with a grain of salt.
she's... trying not to judge him, but instead she takes interest, trying to worry out the solution to this mystery (as was her wont). ) What is it? ( she gestures to the cup. )