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[Filter: Private]

It appears that I should have spoken to Lord Peter months ago.

Maybe now, we can leave. At the very least, there's nothing preventing it, anymore. Surely someone will suggest it soon. Laurel will finally grow homesick, Lady Caitlin will become tired with entertaining, Lord Peter will dismiss us. Something.

Would be that I could just send us off myself, but ...

... I can't hurt her, not personally, not ... not again. When all lines are drawn, Kerrigan's birth was my fault, even if her death was not, and

No use thinking of such things. Not after I've done so well until now.

[Filter: Tessa]

Well, my love! Apparently, Lord Quinn has just put the finishing touches on the portrait, and invites us to go view it. What do you say?