Her eyes actually widened a bit as he stepped towards her, looking for all the world like nothing had happened at all. Grayson looked... healthy, awake, alive. His clothes were clean and pressed, he had gained back weight, seemed well-slept, and most of all appeared to actually be in the room with her. It was a version of him that she had forgotten existed until that very moment.
"I-- yes, I see that," Ophelia answered quietly, unable to take her eyes off him long enough to survey the supposedly tidied up manor. If it had been a mess of broken glass and blood she might not have noticed at all, truth be told. The sight of him looking so well simply had her head spinning far too much to care about anything else.
What was going on?
"I'm pleased... that you seem to be doing well for yourself." Still, a twinge of suspicion in the back of her mind made her cross her arms over her chest defensively and mind his movements. There was something so very sudden about this, after so long. It couldn't be all right.
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