[Ianthe laughs lightly at Alecto's... barb? It's not wrong, of course. She's looking at the two most miserable things she's ever beheld in her life, and she's spent extended periods of time staring at Harrowhark Nonagesimus (while she was sleeping. It wasn't weird.) But then... John is happier than she's ever seen him. How utterly tragic his existence must be.
Her laugh, of course, is insincere. Just like everything about her, and frankly, it's fucking annoying that this frozen popsicle can read her like that. She hopes she gets locked in a fridge for another ten thousand years.]
She's funny. [Directed at John. She's carefully not reacting to "one of my new kids" (Ha!) or "why did you pick this one?" (He didn't.) Instead, she quirks a smile.] I see why you like her, Lord.
[She also sees why Mercymorn wanted her locked up.]
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Her laugh, of course, is insincere. Just like everything about her, and frankly, it's fucking annoying that this frozen popsicle can read her like that. She hopes she gets locked in a fridge for another ten thousand years.]
She's funny. [Directed at John. She's carefully not reacting to "one of my new kids" (Ha!) or "why did you pick this one?" (He didn't.) Instead, she quirks a smile.] I see why you like her, Lord.
[She also sees why Mercymorn wanted her locked up.]