[ She raises her eyebrows only slightly, a vague expression of amusement that mostly looks pleasant and patient in her round face; her father's face, missing the stark angles of the other Morrisons. There is something sweetly untoward about this visitor, it makes the witch inside of her twist eagerly. The witch would pull him apart and read his secrets on his bones, but she cannot afford to be unsubtle in this house. Not without better understanding, good then that she is a quick study. ]
I'm sure I will see you tomorrow.
[ It is not a promise for his survival, she makes no such promises on this land these days. But not a threat either. ]
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I'm sure I will see you tomorrow.
[ It is not a promise for his survival, she makes no such promises on this land these days. But not a threat either. ]