[ She does smile at that, and not involuntarily; the shift of his mouth into the knowing smirk she's come to be familiar with prompting that response, and she glances down at her own hands, realizing she's been threading her fingers together. Slowly, she draws them apart. ]
You've complied, haven't you. [ The question leaves her softly, the end tilted so lowly and decisively that it may not even be perceived as inquiring on his end, as if she knows the answer without even needing to ask to begin with. ] With what they've asked of us.
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[ She does smile at that, and not involuntarily; the shift of his mouth into the knowing smirk she's come to be familiar with prompting that response, and she glances down at her own hands, realizing she's been threading her fingers together. Slowly, she draws them apart. ]
You've complied, haven't you. [ The question leaves her softly, the end tilted so lowly and decisively that it may not even be perceived as inquiring on his end, as if she knows the answer without even needing to ask to begin with. ] With what they've asked of us.