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He's been thinking about it since the first moment he'd spotted her, dancing in the crowd. In all honesty, he's been thinking about it longer; his first day in Darrow had been a confusion, but he'd still had eyes in his head to see her, hadn't he? Still, he's more aware of it now as they walk side by side towards her building, close enough that his arm brushes against hers. He's taller than her, considerably, but that doesn't pose a problem, at least not in his experience.

The way they dress, these women of Darrow, is maddening, too. He knows that Elora doesn't belong here anymore than he does but, like him, she's made an effort to modernise her dress, and he can't help but be aware of the shape of her under her clothes. He can't but wonder what she might look like under it.

"Is this it, then?" he says, looking up at the building as they arrive, as her steps slow. He can't keep (or doesn't try to keep) the note of disappointment out of his voice. Let her hear it.