'She reeks of fear.' Modest's tail lashed and she stood to stretch before settling, tail wrapped around her feet as her eyes went towards Lizbeth. 'You smell like you're terrified.'
"Modest." Verina's smile had not faded despite her familiar's little moment. "Don't be rude."
'It's not rude if you're telling the truth and she shouldn't smell like that unless something is threatening her. It's common sense.' Had the fox been able to sniff then she would have, but she settled for flicking the tip of her tail.
Verina sighed. "Forgive Modest, she says what she thinks without thinking about whether or not it should be said." What Lizbeth actually did say... made Verina feel vaguely uncomfortable. That note of concern was not for her. It was regarding how long she had been there and nothing more. Because Modest was completely right - Lizbeth was afraid of her. Verina did not need to be told that by anyone because she could see it in those brown eyes. Because I am an angel and we are responsible for what happened to Thomas. She could not even say she did not understand the reasoning behind it; though she thought it was desperately unfair of Lizbeth to lay blame when she did not understand the reasons. If she did... angelic law was absolute and final, one did not break it. Knowing the reason Thomas had Fell would not change anything. "No. I've only been here for a bit, reading the newspaper." True. Not the complete truth, but close enough. One could tell lies in moderation. "But I was hoping to see you. Our conversation ended abruptly the other night and that's... not what I wish. I don't have much of my family left-"
'You and Nathaniel. Truly's son.' Modest directed only at Lizbeth.
"-and would rather not lose a granddaughter I only just found for reasons I don't understand. I've done nothing to you, Lizbeth, and nor will I. Will you at least speak with me?"