She wasn't hiding, this wasn't hiding! It was expertly avoiding-- it wasn't even that! Odette leaving with the children had been a necessary move for space, space to think, and it continued to be that way. Now it was just... different, with a hint of bitterness and unwelcome mixed in by her estranged husband. So if anything, staying at Drystan and Bess' had turned into a place that she was stuck in, feeling unable to go or do anything else. Not hiding.
The glass had begun to knock against Odette's head after she did not take it, and so she roughly picked it out of the air. Fine it/Estella wanted to get her drunk, fine. She would be lying if she said that drinking wouldn't subdue her turbulent thoughts as of late.
Her sudden emotions got the best of her, and eventually Odette did respond. "I'm not hiding," she spoke vehemently, still unsure of what Estella really knew. Not... enough, or at least not the truth if Noah had her thinking she was staying here because she was hiding. "There's just no one where else to go," she said, pressing her lips to the rim of her glass that was now leaning against her leg.
She did not want to talk about this, she did not want to! And it was just--- Odette suddenly felt seized, as if she had just realized this might be her only opportunity to let all her emotions out. She had cried to Drystan when she had first arrived, but.... it wouldn't be the same, with Estella. Drystan was friends with Noah too, and while Estella and he were too, Odette would like to think she was more hers than his.
"What did Noah say to you?" Odette asked sadly, using her free hand to pick at her free.
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