Re: House Kitsune: Darius, Valentin & Open
Sybil had no idea what Mr. Graff was talking about, but recognized an attempt to cheer her up when she saw one. She managed a weak smile, then closed her eyes to take a few deep breaths. Control. Composure and control. No one likes a hysterical woman.
"Alright, no more being maudlin. It is what it is," she said, opening her eyes with a much more determined look on her face. Glancing at the mirror, she address her appearance as best she could, patting the hair into place, smoothing the clothing, wiping the lenses of the spectacles, and setting the cowboy hat on her head at what she hoped was a jaunty angle. She folded the paper handkerchiefs up and slid them into a trouser pocket, trying to touch Mr. Prose's person as little as possible as she did so. She could at least attempt to respect his dignity.
"Shall we?" she said finally, gesturing to the door.