[ Nash takes in the sudden shift in surroundings with a blink and a glance. His eyes pick up the frayed ends of the tapestries, the tears in the velvet— the fashion is unfamiliar but the situation isn't. In his own youth, he'd been sent to a few houses like this one, old, and stately, and close to finished.
He had been taught these were not a polite things to remark upon. ]
Okay. [ For a moment, only his eyes move, as if he were afraid of knocking something out of place. ] So they can read minds.
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He had been taught these were not a polite things to remark upon. ]
Okay. [ For a moment, only his eyes move, as if he were afraid of knocking something out of place. ] So they can read minds.