Palamedes makes a face at her, scrunching up his nose in a way that somehow manages to make him look even pointier than usual. But the question makes his expression soften, and he even blushes a little. "She does."
He fiddles with the laminated edge of the menu. For all Palamedes' brilliance and empathy, he has never been very good at talking about his own feelings. "...Did you ever tell Octavia much about matters as we left them back home?" Pal does his best to make the question sound intellectual, even theoretical, certainly nothing to do with the all the things he has never discussed with Marianne. Oh, he has spoken about his life in the Library, about the Houses, and the nature of God as they were both raised to understand Him. They can get quite serious and philosophical, in fact. But that's different than discussing the stark reality of the last few months of his life.
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He fiddles with the laminated edge of the menu. For all Palamedes' brilliance and empathy, he has never been very good at talking about his own feelings. "...Did you ever tell Octavia much about matters as we left them back home?" Pal does his best to make the question sound intellectual, even theoretical, certainly nothing to do with the all the things he has never discussed with Marianne. Oh, he has spoken about his life in the Library, about the Houses, and the nature of God as they were both raised to understand Him. They can get quite serious and philosophical, in fact. But that's different than discussing the stark reality of the last few months of his life.