[ he notices the hair immediately, wondering if that complicates his theory about the individuals snapping in and out of existence. time passed for her. huh. a flicker of confusion passes over his features before his mouth curves, a slight smile.
without fanfare, fitz stands, pulling out her chair and then turning to her. a brief hesitation. then, he catches her arm, touch light. ]
It's good to see you too, Miss Ives. [ softer. ] Your hair's longer.
[ will she acknowledge what that might mean for her lost time first? ]
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without fanfare, fitz stands, pulling out her chair and then turning to her. a brief hesitation. then, he catches her arm, touch light. ]
It's good to see you too, Miss Ives. [ softer. ] Your hair's longer.
[ will she acknowledge what that might mean for her lost time first? ]