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@grewarden. athelstan says: you think i’m being stupid.

"i don't think anything," downcast eyes skate away to something more interesting than her brother was presently being; her increasingly filthy nails. idly correcting that specific imperfection, she lifts her brows with cool disinterest. he was being tiring in a moment where she was already wearied. not that she would have softened her words if she had been better rested. it simply wasn't her way. "you are being stupid."

@grewarden. how long were you going to hide this from me?

for a long, excruciating moment, no reply comes — only a weighty silence that clings to the air. all color had fled from her face, draining her to a sickly, pallid shade of grey. her face pinches a little, straining to ignore the hair-raising sensation of being watched that lingered constantly just over her shoulder, accompanied by the ever - present whispering. the honest answer was that she had hoped never to tell him, that she would resolve the matter before he could notice anything was amiss. but elethea was never known for her honesty.

"it isn't your concern," is all she says, though it's a pathetic argument that he will surely protest, as would she if he had offered her such a feeble line. but she needed the worry to leave his face, it pinched at her chest too much to see it. and if she had to replace it with a scowl, then so be it. she sighs, raising a hand to silence him before he can even argue, correcting herself. "i'm handling it."