[He nods at her assessment — or her friend's assessment — of Thorne as stuffy. It's ironic. For months, Wilhelm had felt the castle walls squeezing tighter around him, the air turning stuffier, until it felt like he was suffocating. He'd even spent a night alone in a holding cell. Now, he'd trade anything to be inside that stupid cell. At least he got food and a bed in there, and he knew that the morning would bring his freedom around.
It's not funny, but he puffs out a dry chuckle, shaking his head.]
For real.
[Speaking of not being allowed a grace period...something makes a noise, which the rock walls around them catch and echo. With a sharp intake of breath, Wilhelm grabs onto Laura's arm. Panic blanches his face.]
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It's not funny, but he puffs out a dry chuckle, shaking his head.]
For real.
[Speaking of not being allowed a grace period...something makes a noise, which the rock walls around them catch and echo. With a sharp intake of breath, Wilhelm grabs onto Laura's arm. Panic blanches his face.]