[ Oh. Oh. As the news sinks in, Marianne turns pale and her knees feel weak. When the council began to hand out sentences she knew it would inevitably be her turn and had braced herself, but now that it's happening she still feels knocked off balance.
Caitlyn...a look at the other woman's face tells her she doesn't want to bring her in, and the kindly way she breaks it to her softens the blow. Marianne doesn't want to make this any harder on her, and the thought gives her resolve to face her sentencing. She's always intended to surrender quietly. ]
I—I understand. I'll go with you.
[ Her hands smooth the front of her dress anxiously. Hay clings to the fabric and her boots are dirty from her stable work. ]
Um, would you mind if I got changed first? Then I'll go, Caitlyn, I promise.
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Caitlyn...a look at the other woman's face tells her she doesn't want to bring her in, and the kindly way she breaks it to her softens the blow. Marianne doesn't want to make this any harder on her, and the thought gives her resolve to face her sentencing. She's always intended to surrender quietly. ]
I—I understand. I'll go with you.
[ Her hands smooth the front of her dress anxiously. Hay clings to the fabric and her boots are dirty from her stable work. ]
Um, would you mind if I got changed first? Then I'll go, Caitlyn, I promise.