[And just like that, Caleb rears back. His hands slip away from Nott's to rest limply in his lap. His eyes are wide for a moment before his expression just fades into discomfort.
A life. Setting her husband on fire.
A life....
He feels...faintly woozy for a moment as he processes that. But there's a little part of him - something he hates and yet relies on, because he's awful - that is already assessing this. A life, alright. Perhaps.]
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A life. Setting her husband on fire.
A life....
He feels...faintly woozy for a moment as he processes that. But there's a little part of him - something he hates and yet relies on, because he's awful - that is already assessing this. A life, alright. Perhaps.]
Ah...that is...quite a component...