Re: Home: Iris / Manning
Iris blinked several times when Manning entered the house and the living room where she sat in one corner of the sofa. As used to be so common (and sometimes still was), she was taking up as little space as possible, sunk into the cushions and pressed tight against the arm. In all, she was taking only a bit over half a cushion. Even with her wider pregnant form, hips with more sturdy curve than they'd had in the past, she still didn't take up much room.
She blinked again and nodded. "Hello." Manning looked like she remembered from years ago at her parents' gatherings, and she didn't think deeply enough to realize that he should've at least looked a little different. She didn't have the memory of his confession of all his year, or even the memory of him keeping her company during the days of her first pregnancy. For her, this was her first pregnancy. (It had taken her a while to notice, but her body was too different from it's former too-thin waifishness for even her to overlook it.
"I am fine. Thank you for asking." She looked at him again, her mind searching frantically through confused memories to attempt to find something that made sense. The only sign of it was an anxious glint in her eyes and the way her heart beat just a bit harder and faster than it should have - the rest of her stayed still and calm. "It's kind of you to come to visit. Thank you."