[She's not really paying attention to what he's doing when she comes back, in fairness. She's carrying a blanket over one arm, and his journal in that hand, and her expression could curdle milk.]
[Tossing the blanket down, she sets the book down on top of it and crosses over to the cell, sighing in exasperation.]
I have been told...
[Another sigh. She's not actually rolling her eyes, but somehow the essence of eye-rolling still pervades the air around her. She rakes her hand back through her hair, curling her lip.]
Apparently, I am to take you up on your bail offer. [Because apparently, the Mistress is even less reasonable than she thought.]
no subject
[Tossing the blanket down, she sets the book down on top of it and crosses over to the cell, sighing in exasperation.]
I have been told...
[Another sigh. She's not actually rolling her eyes, but somehow the essence of eye-rolling still pervades the air around her. She rakes her hand back through her hair, curling her lip.]
Apparently, I am to take you up on your bail offer. [Because apparently, the Mistress is even less reasonable than she thought.]