[ Mamere? Who in the world would be calling her that, much less here of all places?
She turns, lips in a tight line, and she stops cold at the man she sees. ] Padma...?
[ She knows the name is wrong as soon as they leave her lips despite the sharp wrench she feels in her chest. No, Padma's gone due to his own idiotic mistakes, and while there are similarities in his features, they're not quite right for her late husband.
For the first time in her life, Alys feels at a true social disadvantage and has the nagging feeling that somewhere in her brain is an answer she would never consider. Wouldn't dare to even in this strange place. She feels almost frozen as her eyes search his face, his posture, anything for an answer. ]
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She turns, lips in a tight line, and she stops cold at the man she sees. ] Padma...?
[ She knows the name is wrong as soon as they leave her lips despite the sharp wrench she feels in her chest. No, Padma's gone due to his own idiotic mistakes, and while there are similarities in his features, they're not quite right for her late husband.
For the first time in her life, Alys feels at a true social disadvantage and has the nagging feeling that somewhere in her brain is an answer she would never consider. Wouldn't dare to even in this strange place. She feels almost frozen as her eyes search his face, his posture, anything for an answer. ]