[There is the tiniest flash of excitement, but it's so brief before she tries to rein it back in, the tension too taut in the space around them that she feels strange even smiling about it. He had talked about his dog, and so fondly too, and Ilsa remembers going home that evening hoping that he would be reunited with him soon... She wants to be happy for him, and she is, but right now, it almost doesn't feel right to be so thrilled?
Considering everything...
She picks up her shears and considers going back to her trimming, giving Eustace the signal that maybe now is still not the time, but...
...
Looking him, hearing his voice and how equally curt he sounds, she decides against it and pushes herself to her feet, moving towards the fence to get a closer look. At least with this, Ilsa can focus more on the dog than on Eustace.]
Hello, Valo. [Her hand stretches out over the fence, offering it to him if he wishes to approach... And Eustace, too, with a brief glance at him.] It's a pleasure to meet you.
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[There is the tiniest flash of excitement, but it's so brief before she tries to rein it back in, the tension too taut in the space around them that she feels strange even smiling about it. He had talked about his dog, and so fondly too, and Ilsa remembers going home that evening hoping that he would be reunited with him soon... She wants to be happy for him, and she is, but right now, it almost doesn't feel right to be so thrilled?
Considering everything...
She picks up her shears and considers going back to her trimming, giving Eustace the signal that maybe now is still not the time, but...
...
Looking him, hearing his voice and how equally curt he sounds, she decides against it and pushes herself to her feet, moving towards the fence to get a closer look. At least with this, Ilsa can focus more on the dog than on Eustace.]
Hello, Valo. [Her hand stretches out over the fence, offering it to him if he wishes to approach... And Eustace, too, with a brief glance at him.] It's a pleasure to meet you.