It was times like these where Rosamund had to remind herself that this was real, that she was living in the real world with real consequences, and they weren’t all just pretending. People actually expected her to have answers - and she had never felt so woefully unequipped for her work, had no easy answers to give. Miss Fisk was feeling the same way, possibly. Maybe the cursebreakers who really specialised in this sort of thing could see something they did not; or perhaps they felt exactly how Rommy did, and were out of their depths in this too, stuck pretending they knew what to do.
But this line of thought would help nothing and no one, and once she sat down for a moment she would attack it from a different angle, she hoped. All she managed was another sympathetic smile in the meantime. She didn’t want to overstep, promise too much.
“I’ll be back in a short while, if you have any more questions,” she added, because that much she could promise. She took a step and then paused before she left, just in case Miss Fisk had to be somewhere urgently and was not as... personally invested as she appeared. “Will you be staying with him?”
But this line of thought would help nothing and no one, and once she sat down for a moment she would attack it from a different angle, she hoped. All she managed was another sympathetic smile in the meantime. She didn’t want to overstep, promise too much.
“I’ll be back in a short while, if you have any more questions,” she added, because that much she could promise. She took a step and then paused before she left, just in case Miss Fisk had to be somewhere urgently and was not as... personally invested as she appeared. “Will you be staying with him?”
