The Goltbred estate's main hall felt quite cavernous. After walking through the silent city that lacked even basic staff, Klaytei now moved through the familiar spaces like someone back in their element. Her key had opened the gates, the main doors, and so many things that Dima began to wonder if it wasn't the very master key she claimed was in the study.
She also noticed how fingertips lingered on doorframes and furniture edges. As if seeking comfort from the textures. With wistful sighs that could 'only be' for Elua er Goltbred… the young girl that the former liaison was sure this woman was devoted to quite one-sidedly.
"She always worked late when she was here. Sometimes I'd bring her tea and find her surrounded by books and papers, completely absorbed in whatever academic thing captured her attention."
