( Donny's brow furrows at the praise, gaze flickering back to Galadriel as Maurice pushes himself back off the ground, paws set on Donny's leg so he can snuffle at his neck. ) Yup.
( Ever the great wordsmith, and he winces a little at the sting of his own thoughts biting back at him, the automatic strike of Asteria wound into his head, into everything. Sometimes he's not even sure that he's a complete person, because so much comes back to Asteria. Or he wonders if any of it was her fault at all, and maybe he's just a mess. )
L-Lady Galadriel, then. ( A beat, and a bit cautious. ) I'm s-sorry to, um-- t-take up your time and, uh. ( Come on. ) Have you m-met um, L-Lady-- Lady V-Victoria?
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( Ever the great wordsmith, and he winces a little at the sting of his own thoughts biting back at him, the automatic strike of Asteria wound into his head, into everything. Sometimes he's not even sure that he's a complete person, because so much comes back to Asteria. Or he wonders if any of it was her fault at all, and maybe he's just a mess. )
L-Lady Galadriel, then. ( A beat, and a bit cautious. ) I'm s-sorry to, um-- t-take up your time and, uh. ( Come on. ) Have you m-met um, L-Lady-- Lady V-Victoria?