Claire's fingers twisted nervously in the fabric of her dress, her gaze drifting somewhere far away as if the memories themselves weighed on her. "Wife," she began quietly, her voice tinged with a mixture of shame and lingering fear, "you deserve to know the truth. All of it. About why I left Erebus Citadel… about the marquis… about what happened two and a half years ago."
Sienna-Rose said nothing, simply watching her with her soft eyes, waiting for Claire to be ready to talk to her. She doesn't push her and gives her wife the space and time she needs.
