Lenore gives a shrug, accepting the sharp tone without offense. It's an understandable response. "Better. Clearly." But, yeah, she didn't really expect thanks, she'd mostly been checking in to see if there was any other crucial need that she hadn't thought of yet.
The floor is too gross for Lenore to sit with her pretty gown, so she rises and moves back to the door instead, leaning back against it, posture casual. Not to move out of Nightie's reach, but simply to have a more comfortable conversational stance. "If you need a break from the collar, we can swap back to wrist chains, but for now it will have to be one or the other. I can't trust you enough yet to remove the chains entirely."
She shrugs again, since this is just bare practicality. Lenore may have a few tricks up her sleeve that work in a pinch, but she's no combatant, certainly not one to compare with Striga. Even though she's making fast progress, they still have a lot of groundwork of trust that needs laying. "Have you made any decisions yet about what you'd want in exchange for working for us?"
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The floor is too gross for Lenore to sit with her pretty gown, so she rises and moves back to the door instead, leaning back against it, posture casual. Not to move out of Nightie's reach, but simply to have a more comfortable conversational stance. "If you need a break from the collar, we can swap back to wrist chains, but for now it will have to be one or the other. I can't trust you enough yet to remove the chains entirely."
She shrugs again, since this is just bare practicality. Lenore may have a few tricks up her sleeve that work in a pinch, but she's no combatant, certainly not one to compare with Striga. Even though she's making fast progress, they still have a lot of groundwork of trust that needs laying. "Have you made any decisions yet about what you'd want in exchange for working for us?"