Frowning faintly, Camilla ran a hand back through her hair from temples to crown. "Stockholm syndrome. Ha. He doesn't know a thing about any of it. And he's the one who -- well." She closed her eyes for a brief, brief moment, and when she opened them again, they were clear, her face innocent of any emotion at all. "We haven't always seen eye to eye on some things, but it's certainly nothing anyone needs to be bothered with, and it's better now." Or it would be. It was beginning to be better. She hoped.
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Date: 2007-06-22 05:17 am (UTC)