It was nice to hear her laugh – it was nice to hear that she could do things freely. He could only imagine that, had her husband still been living, she would not have gotten away so easily with bringing her children here. If it was still foreign to Elias to think of her as mother to children, that was just a truth that would never quite sink in. Still, he smiled, and had opened his mouth to ask how the children were, how she was, when –
Your Miss Potts. Elias was so startled he let out a laugh – she had said so so very casually – and he rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to cover his surprise. “She... she is,” he admitted first, face warm with affection, although nice felt like the most inadequate statement possible about Daffy. Nice wasn’t enough. “I didn’t know you’d met?” Elias said, with an inquiring tone: he felt nervous and curious and keen all at once, trying to read her gaze. To know if they knew each other, or if Evangeline had just seen her from afar; to know what they had said to each other, if they had met; to know if Daffy had known who she was; to know what Evangeline was really thinking now.
It was odd, wasn’t it, that he sincerely wanted her to approve? Elias had never met Rowle directly, but he had steadily resented the man beyond measure; but that whole case had been so different, and a long time ago. A life Eva had entered unwillingly. They had both been nursing wounds back then. Whereas – his courtship had been a choice, but it had been a cautious one, after so very long of wondering whether he would ever feel that way about someone again. And, however illogical the instinct was, he did want to know what Evangeline thought.
Your Miss Potts. Elias was so startled he let out a laugh – she had said so so very casually – and he rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to cover his surprise. “She... she is,” he admitted first, face warm with affection, although nice felt like the most inadequate statement possible about Daffy. Nice wasn’t enough. “I didn’t know you’d met?” Elias said, with an inquiring tone: he felt nervous and curious and keen all at once, trying to read her gaze. To know if they knew each other, or if Evangeline had just seen her from afar; to know what they had said to each other, if they had met; to know if Daffy had known who she was; to know what Evangeline was really thinking now.
It was odd, wasn’t it, that he sincerely wanted her to approve? Elias had never met Rowle directly, but he had steadily resented the man beyond measure; but that whole case had been so different, and a long time ago. A life Eva had entered unwillingly. They had both been nursing wounds back then. Whereas – his courtship had been a choice, but it had been a cautious one, after so very long of wondering whether he would ever feel that way about someone again. And, however illogical the instinct was, he did want to know what Evangeline thought.
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