Lousia hadn't expected him to reject her self-dismissal. She wobbled slightly, grasping the edges of her stool to steady herself as she clumsily sat back down on the stool, studying him with an inquisitive gaze. She'd gotten to know Evander Darrow quite well during her employment under him - though it was more how he was as an employer and his habits than how a friend would. That her revealing even the vaguest parts of her background to him was comforting told her at least she hadn't brought their evening to further depths of despair. It wasn't a cheerful thought; just intriguing. There weren't a lot of people she knew that would appreciate such depressing words as a response to bad news.

Perhaps misery really did love company.

She followed his gesture to the living room and for the first time that night cracked a ghost of a smile. "A drink sounds like just the ticket." She responded. Memories from her past had been resurfaced; digging up old wounds from underneath healed scars would always leave her to reminisce on old times. Would always remind her she would be best as she was; everyone she loved seemed to die, so why shouldn't she just accept that and live her life to the best of her abilities? "I suppose this is the time to tell you I've been dying to try your Armagnac." she quipped dryly.

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