Linnea knew that Amelia knew her children, at least the ones who had gone to Scarlet Oak High. Which meant all of them except for Leif and Satu - Leif because he had enjoyed private school and Satu because she simply was not old enough yet. Of course, the principal would know the best and the worst more than the mediocre and Dagmar? Brilliant student but she had also given off the hints of a troublemaker. Linnea had visited the school more than once for her daughter's little outbursts. At least now she understood better why she would have them, even if that was something she did not want to share with anyone outside of the family.
Not even wincing at the sound of one of her cups clanging against the table, Linnea watched as Amelia set the cup down and leaned in to inspect the cut. It was clean at least and no one could say that it had not been taken care of as it should be. It just was not something that one expected to see on the face of someone who did not go around playing with glass or knives or dangerous people. But I deal with all of that - no, not dangerous people anymore. That part of her life was supposed to be well and over with Jokull's remains burned and entombed in a wall. And it was a little accident when one considered what could have happened if the frame struck her somewhere else. Like the neck. Then she would not have been there for Amelia to visit. 'I don't like that thought, don't have that thought again.'
"A little accident, and thank you, they're actually very well done." Linnea saw no reason to play off the stitches. She had done it and why not admit to it? The truth about why she had needed to was different. Linnea took the look from Amelia and simply blinked, arching an eyebrow in reply. She was a mother who had raised five children, three of whom had demonic blood, looks were something she believed herself to be impervious to if they did not come from Jokull. "I was in Jokull's office and a frame fell and broke on the floor. I fell on it." Not a tremor in her voice to indicate the lie.
'She's lying.' Linnea had not even thought that her familiar was going to betray her like that. 'Sorry, Linnea, but you are. The frame broke and flew across the room. She didn't do it at all.'
Linnea's expression did not change as she picked her coffee cup back up and took another drink, pretending that it was not out of ordinary at all that her familiar had revealed that something impossible had happened. "Or what he said. Either way, I have a cut, it came from glass, I'd like it healed."