That ugly smirk helped nothing, and Edda bristled noticeably. She set her feet on the floor, unfurling out of the cocoon she had curled herself into and sat upright, her spine set in rigid formality. "Of course you're allowed to worry," she began. "I simply know I've given you no cause to - at least in regards to me. Deny it all you like, but I'll play no part in your mummer's farce."
She delivered her words with a clarity that she had not possessed since her return to Still Shore. Her expression faltered for a small moment, as if she were near tears. "You play games with me, Garlean." Edda leaned back in her chair and turned from the fire to look at Franz. "If ever you- You seem to-" The moment of clarity was gone, and Edda licked her lips, her brow furrowing. "There seems to be something you would like me to admit to you, so... Though I believe it is clear how you feel towards me, your motives I could, couldn't imagine." She frowned, displeased with the jumbled mess of her words, yet carried on. "What is it - exactly - you want to know?"
She delivered her words with a clarity that she had not possessed since her return to Still Shore. Her expression faltered for a small moment, as if she were near tears. "You play games with me, Garlean." Edda leaned back in her chair and turned from the fire to look at Franz. "If ever you- You seem to-" The moment of clarity was gone, and Edda licked her lips, her brow furrowing. "There seems to be something you would like me to admit to you, so... Though I believe it is clear how you feel towards me, your motives I could, couldn't imagine." She frowned, displeased with the jumbled mess of her words, yet carried on. "What is it - exactly - you want to know?"
