[ The thing is, she has already decided. She simply does not share her decisions with others at all, both because she was raised to never offer her opinion and because she is a secretive, manipulative, two-faced asshole. Private and individualistic. Not the best combination for the brood, certainly, but here she is.
So she doesn't say anything to his words, merely stands there smiling at him, that sweet, gentle smile, too-blue eyes that are impossibly soothing. Her whole presence like a comforting warmth, a cultivated skill over years and years of servitude. But though she stands much like a wallflower, she searches his face. Takes the little she knows of him, takes gamble. His impatience is not usual, but it is not something never displayed. She does not figure it is because he is not coming; rather, she thinks it's because he does not think the new hosts are up to the task.
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So she doesn't say anything to his words, merely stands there smiling at him, that sweet, gentle smile, too-blue eyes that are impossibly soothing. Her whole presence like a comforting warmth, a cultivated skill over years and years of servitude. But though she stands much like a wallflower, she searches his face. Takes the little she knows of him, takes gamble. His impatience is not usual, but it is not something never displayed. She does not figure it is because he is not coming; rather, she thinks it's because he does not think the new hosts are up to the task.
Either case, she can't seem to be bothered. ]
I would not want to disappoint you.