Vivi & Reinholdt | IVORY 2PM
Genevieve made a noncommittal noise, hand reaching to rub at her forehead. It seemed that the promise of a headache had finally been realized. "Whatever suits you best," she murmured. "I would hate to be an inconvenience to you." A permanent fear, it seemed, only made more prominent with the knowledge that her feelings were reciprocated. She had hoped that knowing that would allay such fears, but no.
Useless thoughts. Her mind was beginning to wander and she was having a hard time concentrating. Perhaps she should beg off, have them pack her food to go. She could have it for dinner later; what little appetite she'd had was now gone.