Alain considered this for a moment, then shrugged, setting his mug aside. "I'm sorry for your loss. And I won't pry further," he assured her, then added quietly, "but I'd advise against saying such things to Bert." This whole situation was enough of a mess, without him having to break up a fight. And, while he was a good man in many ways, Cuthbert didn't have a fraction of Alain's patience.
And it was patience, not trust. The hairs on the back of Alain's neck were prickling; he didn't think Trish was about to attack either him or Bert, but he didn't think she could be trusted, either. He didn't need the Touch to tell him that.
"You seem to know a lot about magics," he said eventually, and gestured to the book in his lap by way of illustration - she'd talked about it sapping his soul with a great air of knowledge. "Are such things common here?"
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Date: 2015-03-01 05:48 am (UTC)And it was patience, not trust. The hairs on the back of Alain's neck were prickling; he didn't think Trish was about to attack either him or Bert, but he didn't think she could be trusted, either. He didn't need the Touch to tell him that.
"You seem to know a lot about magics," he said eventually, and gestured to the book in his lap by way of illustration - she'd talked about it sapping his soul with a great air of knowledge. "Are such things common here?"