When her gaze slid momentarily from his to the door at his request, it was in neither embarrassment nor any hesitation she would have felt but for the memory of Bonacieux's previous chastisements. She knew well enough that she was too soft-hearted for her own good, had been reminded enough times that it, along with the temper that flared and sparked within her, remained one of her flaws best rectified if she wanted to be a proper wife. There was little room in Paris for those with soft hearts. Less still for those foolish enough to be drawn to sympathy at the suggestion that the Musketeer had no other avenue of help in becoming acquainted with the streets of Paris.
The brothels and taverns of Paris, she was sure, there would be guidance aplenty in the Musketeers' Garrison.
"I do have errands to run," she told him, the words drawn from her with more acquiescence than the stubbornness she was prone to, proof enough that she had already been won over to the cause. "But if you don't mind stopping off on a delivery with me, I could help you find your way."
Had he spoken over her or waved her aside, she would have surely let him walk out the door without interference. Allowed him to find himself a new spot to stumble over in a drunken haze some other night. It was a dangerous thing, being spoken to instead as if her opinion had weight on some matter other than cloth.
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Date: 2015-04-29 08:28 am (UTC)The brothels and taverns of Paris, she was sure, there would be guidance aplenty in the Musketeers' Garrison.
"I do have errands to run," she told him, the words drawn from her with more acquiescence than the stubbornness she was prone to, proof enough that she had already been won over to the cause. "But if you don't mind stopping off on a delivery with me, I could help you find your way."
Had he spoken over her or waved her aside, she would have surely let him walk out the door without interference. Allowed him to find himself a new spot to stumble over in a drunken haze some other night. It was a dangerous thing, being spoken to instead as if her opinion had weight on some matter other than cloth.