Camilla did register the dual form of the pronoun. We two; but the all after it softened the meaning, turned it from questionably meaningful to grammatically questionable, and so she laughed again, just as softly.
"It's a silly uniform," she said, "to wear robes in the summer over perfectly decent clothes, but then I read the school used to go out of session over the summer, like Hampden in the winter." Her glass still in one hand, she raised the other hand to the neck of her robe, to undo it as best she could. He had already reached to undo it, and their fingers met. Gray eyes widened -- cool, pale as water, and troubled as water too. "Richard?" The touch had something magnetic in it, something curious that kept from drawing her hand away.
(Had she been thinking clearly, she might have remembered just such a current running through the counter that the demon Phil had given her, that little token by which he meant to tempt her. But Camilla had long ago rid herself of that counter, and never gave it another thought.)
The school robe, undone, fell about her shoulders, revealing the thin pale cotton of her blouse taut over skin the summer sun had gilded these past weeks. She ignored it. "It's warm in here because you have a fire going," she said, faintly amused, all the more faintly for the remoteness of it, as though her attention was divided between the conversation and something more gripping. "I guess we can't put it out." Her eyes didn't move in the direction of the fireplace; her gaze was held by his.
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"It's a silly uniform," she said, "to wear robes in the summer over perfectly decent clothes, but then I read the school used to go out of session over the summer, like Hampden in the winter." Her glass still in one hand, she raised the other hand to the neck of her robe, to undo it as best she could. He had already reached to undo it, and their fingers met. Gray eyes widened -- cool, pale as water, and troubled as water too. "Richard?" The touch had something magnetic in it, something curious that kept from drawing her hand away.
(Had she been thinking clearly, she might have remembered just such a current running through the counter that the demon Phil had given her, that little token by which he meant to tempt her. But Camilla had long ago rid herself of that counter, and never gave it another thought.)
The school robe, undone, fell about her shoulders, revealing the thin pale cotton of her blouse taut over skin the summer sun had gilded these past weeks. She ignored it. "It's warm in here because you have a fire going," she said, faintly amused, all the more faintly for the remoteness of it, as though her attention was divided between the conversation and something more gripping. "I guess we can't put it out." Her eyes didn't move in the direction of the fireplace; her gaze was held by his.