Even if he had a little sadness off him, Sonja could not help but smile. She hoped her own spirits would help him. She was a happy Italian with the man she loved and in a house she was building up to take care of. She wanted her family here as long as Raskolnikov did not decide to up and move. It would crush her, she was already attached. Her blue and gold eyes looked over him as he spoke and her smile did not falter. Even when he introduce himself, she did not get over excited. "Il mio più vecchio nome del fratello è Beppe," she said. It was not all that uncommon, she guessed. She unfortunately had not met her older brother. Her tail waved behind her as he moved up the steps and she pushed onward, letting her hand touch the door.
His next question made her think but she was not entirely sure. She knew what her husband had done but she believed him to be justified, right? "Mio marito ha voluto venire qui. Ha trovato la sua famiglia qui," she explained and pulled on the door to the inside and she realized her husband's scent was not strong. Had he gone out the back? She did not worry and assumed he was getting more supplies for the house.
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