Oh, Lucrezia thought. She hesitated just long enough to seem thoughtful rather than intrusive, "How so?"
Water sloshed softly in the basin as Eldris rinsed the last plate and handed it to Lucrezia, who dried it with careful, unhurried motion.
As expected, the woman did not respond immediately. She set the last cup upon the shelf with deliberate care, "Elia sees things," She said at last, testing her words. "Not often the things that are already known, but things that are bound to happen,"
Lucrezia lifted her gaze at that, appearing attentive but carefully neutral. "Children often do," She replied mildly. "Imaginations grow freely when emotions collide. Isn't that what it's supposed to mean?" She asked, wiping her hands on a cloth before putting it aside.
