[/html]His smile, which seemed to widen unnaturally when he spoke to display some prowess in her second language, reminded her rather suddenly of Jerome. His words, too, choppier than her own, but comprehensible all the same, made her think of the grey-gold wolf, who had not had a talent for the language, even though he had grown up around immersed in it. She pulled her ears back a moment, but dismissed the memories hurriedly and frowned.
"Si je dis que je n'aime pas, pourriez-vous partir?" Under different circumstances, even knowing it was an Infernian and a Lykoi, she would have probably been far more polite. It was already uncharacteristic of her to speak in such a direct manner, but the more she said, the less she cared. "Cassandra Asylum." She gave her name like a throwaway phrase, knowing that it meant little. Her father played no important role in Inferni history, and her sister had their mother's name.
"I will not stay long," the pallid woman said, sparing the male another sideways glance, but still not turning to him. "It is only until my shoulder heals." She imagined her ankle would recover at a similar pace, but if she could ride, it mattered less, and if she could leave sooner, then she would.
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