[Lucretia, standing on ceremony as usual, is standing — well, leaning, half on the edge of her desk and half on her staff. When she sees Lion, she smiles at them warmly, if not incredibly tiredly.]
Come in. Please, sit.
[There is a very comfortable plush chair on the other side of her desk, which she directs Lion towards, but the statement is also framed less as a request and more as a plea. Once Lion sits, she can also sit, which she very badly needs to do. Ow, the whole body.]
[. . . Also, as Lion passes the threshold, she blinks pensively, as if noticing something about them that she hadn't when they were standing outside. Interesting.]
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Come in. Please, sit.
[There is a very comfortable plush chair on the other side of her desk, which she directs Lion towards, but the statement is also framed less as a request and more as a plea. Once Lion sits, she can also sit, which she very badly needs to do. Ow, the whole body.]
[. . . Also, as Lion passes the threshold, she blinks pensively, as if noticing something about them that she hadn't when they were standing outside. Interesting.]