She smiles, soft still and crooked, too, for his grudging, conditional acceptance. She makes room for his chair beside hers and shuffles through the stack of reports for a sheaf someone has helpfully marked 'naval'. As he gets settled she begins, reading of pirate attacks in the waters around Ostwick and Hercinia. The descriptions of the ships and their colors are frustratingly limited and contradictory, impossible to reliably identify as anyone in particular, and she makes a note to set agents to gathering better information, looking to him for direction on precisely what information would be most useful, and where they might find it, if there are any particular captains he thinks might be most inclined to the Venatori cause for one reason or another.
As they go, she shifts gradually nearer, first hooking one bare foot into the bottom rung of his chair, then, to Rosana's undoubted annoyance, draping a leg across his knee. Both are there by the time the stack is dwindling and there are footsteps in the hall outside and the narrow pillar of sun through the window opposite is tall enough to reach them, warming his back and turning her hair to bronze.
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Date: 2021-10-29 01:10 am (UTC)As they go, she shifts gradually nearer, first hooking one bare foot into the bottom rung of his chair, then, to Rosana's undoubted annoyance, draping a leg across his knee. Both are there by the time the stack is dwindling and there are footsteps in the hall outside and the narrow pillar of sun through the window opposite is tall enough to reach them, warming his back and turning her hair to bronze.