Merrion Priddy was recognisable even in the half-light of the theatre, even with his hand over his mouth, like a man who wanted to tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him and at the same time keep watching. Like a child mesmerised by a scary scene in a memstone. Incomprehensible, how somebody like this had been elected as Councilor, as her father had.
"It turns out okay in the end," she whispered to him with a smile, leaning across the empty seat between them. "Desirae will get back on her feet."
From behind, a man shushed her, and she gave Merrion a sheepish look, then turned her attention to the play once more. Waited, for him to speak to her in turn.