[ The knock on the door has Elsa on her feet, wringing her hands as she watches Rosethorn enter the room. The snow hasn't ceased in falling and has, in fact, started falling more thickly in all Elsa's anxiety. ]
Hello.
[ She returns the greeting a touch weakly, given that her secret has essentially given itself up, and she has no idea how the woman will react to it. Continuing to wring her hands, wanting to keep them from doing anything any worse, she glances around the room, at the snow piling on the floor, and then back at Rosethorn. ]
I...suppose my reason for being worried doesn't necessarily need to be told...
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Hello.
[ She returns the greeting a touch weakly, given that her secret has essentially given itself up, and she has no idea how the woman will react to it. Continuing to wring her hands, wanting to keep them from doing anything any worse, she glances around the room, at the snow piling on the floor, and then back at Rosethorn. ]
I...suppose my reason for being worried doesn't necessarily need to be told...