[Somewhere, distantly, she feels vaguely guilty for having seen all this. Even when she doesn't quite realize what's happening, she feels guilty, because she'd despise Isabela seeing something so intimate of hers. But still Rosalind watches, compelled by forces beyond even her powers. Her eyes drag over the jewelry, the frantic way the younger Isabela moves, the dagger . . .
By the time her companion speaks, she thinks she understands. But it's still good to have the confirmation-- and funny, isn't it, that she's more shocked by the fact Isabela was married than the fact her husband was killed.]
I wasn't going to ask that.
[She watches her.]
I was going to ask if you were the one who was his assassin.
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By the time her companion speaks, she thinks she understands. But it's still good to have the confirmation-- and funny, isn't it, that she's more shocked by the fact Isabela was married than the fact her husband was killed.]
I wasn't going to ask that.
[She watches her.]
I was going to ask if you were the one who was his assassin.