[Whoops, she forgot that psychics can get nosebleeds. Reaching into her pocket, she produces a package of small tissues and offers it to Henry, listening to his reply.
And when he mentions 'a flash of red' she freezes.
For just a second she looks angry. But it isn't at him, no, it's certainly something else and Henry can pick up the harsh whisper of her thoughts that have escaped even through the constraints of her mind.]
It's always, ALWAYS, something with him.
[Her voice is calm. Controlled.]
I see. [And even though he's wiped his blood away, Amelia just presses the tissues into Henry's palm regardless.]
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And when he mentions 'a flash of red' she freezes.
For just a second she looks angry. But it isn't at him, no, it's certainly something else and Henry can pick up the harsh whisper of her thoughts that have escaped even through the constraints of her mind.]
It's always, ALWAYS, something with him.
[Her voice is calm. Controlled.]
I see. [And even though he's wiped his blood away, Amelia just presses the tissues into Henry's palm regardless.]
Let's go back. Thank you for your help.