[ Grell blinks curiously at the reflection of his suspended hand. ]
Ah, yes!
[ While exclaiming so, her eyes wander about the vanity - and, by fortune, it seems his wife owned an iron.
She shifts to get up, so that she might grab the nearest candle, but forgets her limited mobility. Unable to bend her waist and swing her weight upward, her bottom plops right back down into the seat.
A hand hovering in front of her face in shame, she uses her other to gesture toward the candle and matches. ]
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Ah, yes!
[ While exclaiming so, her eyes wander about the vanity - and, by fortune, it seems his wife owned an iron.
She shifts to get up, so that she might grab the nearest candle, but forgets her limited mobility. Unable to bend her waist and swing her weight upward, her bottom plops right back down into the seat.
A hand hovering in front of her face in shame, she uses her other to gesture toward the candle and matches. ]
Will, could you please...