[ Laica is in her room, alone, not doing anything of much importance other than puttering about and hoping to organize her thoughts somehow. When whatever progress she had been making on the latter is destroyed by the familiar voice rumbling in her ear.
She freezes, not daring to hope it's real. But her heart won't listen to her better judgment and she blurts it out. ]
II. un; Viscountess
She freezes, not daring to hope it's real. But her heart won't listen to her better judgment and she blurts it out. ]
Fenris?