[There's something terrifying about how normal he looks in this moment. Even though she's watching for it, waiting for it, Sieglinde doesn't see a single indication that he knew what she was talking about. No flash of fear, no leaking aura of concern, no hint or clue for her to read and work off, passing off her observations and instincts as a byproduct of a witch's wisdom.
If she didn't know better, if she hadn't seen him do the feats impossible for a human man... she'd believe him, wholeheartedly, and probably blame herself for over thinking.
She can only stare at first, hoping that her own experiences in ALASTAIR at least keep that creeping sense of discomfort to a minimum, an ever so slight paling in her face, waver in her gaze. He'd said he couldn't lie, but...
What was she to do? Were it the her of years ago, of Chantes, she might have admitted it to him in honesty, tired of lies and deception in her life...]
He was... such a powerful sorcerer, it seemed he could bewitch anyone. Even I was possessed, for a short while.
[The words just come out, half truths, selective example, perhaps enough to make a certain teacher of a norse frost giant sort proud, swallowing her fear- for now.
It had been easy to not have to think about it, what it meant that Sebastian was a demon, that Ciel was contracted to him. Sebastian had gone, and there were the missions, and she'd begun to despair of ever returning home anyway...]
But of course, ALASTAIR confirmed that you had merely been transferred. I had never encountered someone transferred back... so I feared that was the last I would see of any from our world.
[She would have to think about what it meant now.
And whether it was wisest to pretend she didn't know... or not.]
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If she didn't know better, if she hadn't seen him do the feats impossible for a human man... she'd believe him, wholeheartedly, and probably blame herself for over thinking.
She can only stare at first, hoping that her own experiences in ALASTAIR at least keep that creeping sense of discomfort to a minimum, an ever so slight paling in her face, waver in her gaze. He'd said he couldn't lie, but...
What was she to do? Were it the her of years ago, of Chantes, she might have admitted it to him in honesty, tired of lies and deception in her life...]
He was... such a powerful sorcerer, it seemed he could bewitch anyone. Even I was possessed, for a short while.
[The words just come out, half truths, selective example, perhaps enough to make a certain teacher of a norse frost giant sort proud, swallowing her fear- for now.
It had been easy to not have to think about it, what it meant that Sebastian was a demon, that Ciel was contracted to him. Sebastian had gone, and there were the missions, and she'd begun to despair of ever returning home anyway...]
But of course, ALASTAIR confirmed that you had merely been transferred. I had never encountered someone transferred back... so I feared that was the last I would see of any from our world.
[She would have to think about what it meant now.
And whether it was wisest to pretend she didn't know... or not.]