[The question, simple though it is, knocks some of the wind out of her. It's hard to keep up that angry momentum, when he's looking so much the picture of confusion, when he's got his hands up and open that way, surrendering.]
[She huffs, and one hand comes up to scrub at her face, rubbing at eyes that definitely aren't trying to sting again.]
Ye knew, didn't ye? [Somehow, less accusing than it should be.] I saw it, first time 'ee heard my accent. Ye looked at me queer, like ye'd heard it before. [She hadn't quite put two and two together at the time. Now, in hindsight, with the benefit of this new context, it suddenly falls into place.]
'Cause ye had. Ain't that right? Ye've been in my world, with him? Hells, he doesn't sound a thing like me, but still it's closer'n than the folken here.
How long have 'ee known him? Did he look like that when ye met? So... [She flounders for a moment, looking for a word that covers it.] So old?
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[The question, simple though it is, knocks some of the wind out of her. It's hard to keep up that angry momentum, when he's looking so much the picture of confusion, when he's got his hands up and open that way, surrendering.]
[She huffs, and one hand comes up to scrub at her face, rubbing at eyes that definitely aren't trying to sting again.]
Ye knew, didn't ye? [Somehow, less accusing than it should be.] I saw it, first time 'ee heard my accent. Ye looked at me queer, like ye'd heard it before. [She hadn't quite put two and two together at the time. Now, in hindsight, with the benefit of this new context, it suddenly falls into place.]
'Cause ye had. Ain't that right? Ye've been in my world, with him? Hells, he doesn't sound a thing like me, but still it's closer'n than the folken here.
How long have 'ee known him? Did he look like that when ye met? So... [She flounders for a moment, looking for a word that covers it.] So old?