Ingrid arched an eyebrow at Eliza, attention caught. She fell forward onto her stomach on the bed, propping her elbows up on a pillow and her chin up on her hands as she regarded her friend. "Eliza Alderton, do I sense a bit of annoyance with our dear Dedalus seeping through in that sentence?"
It was said jokingly, but not really. There was concern there, because even though she realized that it had been a horrible thing to say, you didn't just say stuff like that, and if she was saying stuff like that, that meant that it'd crossed her mind before, which meant something was wrong. Ingrid had a feeling that she was about to get to the bottom of the reason that Eliza hadn't been in a very fabulous mood lately. "What's going on?"
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