Date: 2012-09-19 04:24 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] bitchingboots
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She pauses at the door during the fit, still as stone, torn between wanting to help and awareness that proximity may well just make it worse. She'd quite innocently put her hands on Liam once in the spot that triggered him, and he'd had much the same reaction as Leah is having now. The thought of that, the sight of this, all of it makes her angry. But she doesn't let it show on her face. She's masked as well, and she has more years of practice at this than Leah has spent alive.

"Perhaps your young man will like them, then," she says smoothly, moving at a sedate and reassuring pace to put the cinnamon buns on what she assumes is Elliot's desk. She'll leave them here regardless, just in case Leah is willing to eat when there isn't anyone around. Much as Xani would like to see her get some food into her stomach, the courtesan is also aware that now is not the time to force food into her face.
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