lanselos_du_lac

"So it's your turn now," says Susan, who was poor company indeed the first several times they spoke. She crosses the room and offers him her hand, in case whatever has befallen him has made him feel too weak, emotionally, to stand on his own. "Come. What do you need? A coat? Some shoes?" Her concern, she registers, is making her sound a little prickly. Ah, well. Nothing to be done about that.