[Marianne genuinely did think that would be the end of it. It's a shame, really, but maybe it's for the best that they don't have any reason to talk anymore. The last thing she'd want to do is bring him bad luck, and especially in regards to his love for Edelgard. If she kept away from him, then surely, he'd have better luck and maybe those flowers would die off. That's what she hoped.
(As much as it made her chest ache, though she isn't sure if it's because of her unrequited feelings hurting her figuratively or literally.)
Things settle back into a rather fixed schedule for Marianne, and yet, she can't help but notice that Hubert's always around when she is. It's...concerning, to say the least, and it's doing absolutely nothing to help her feel at ease at all. She was already trying to evade Dorothea and Hilda at all costs, but now she had to try and avoid him too. It was agonizing.
About as agonizing as the coughing fits, that perhaps thankfully had the decency of happening out of his eyeshot in her room. The petals were certainly getting worse, especially with this revelation, but it was fine. Surely, it would be fine.
Marianne tends to the horses before bed, making sure they're well fed and tended to. Sure, there are other students who can take care of them, but...Marianne finds herself at peace with them. Even if something feels really distinctly not right about tonight. She's not sure why the horses seem so on edge, but she takes care of them as best she can. What could possibly be spooking them so? She can't get any answers from them, but...
When Hubert finally steps into the light, it's Dorte that gets her to look in his direction, and Marianne jumps when her eyes catch sight of him.]
Eek! [Marianne's brush and the bucket with some of the vegetables from supper are flung into the air as she lets out a small yelp, everything falling to the ground. Oh no. Oh no, what is he doing here--] H-Hubert? Um, what are you doing here?
[The question is very drenched in worry, and needless to say, she's uh. Sufficiently intimidated right now. She looks very much like she belongs in her original house, like she's an incredibly skittish deer.]
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(As much as it made her chest ache, though she isn't sure if it's because of her unrequited feelings hurting her figuratively or literally.)
Things settle back into a rather fixed schedule for Marianne, and yet, she can't help but notice that Hubert's always around when she is. It's...concerning, to say the least, and it's doing absolutely nothing to help her feel at ease at all. She was already trying to evade Dorothea and Hilda at all costs, but now she had to try and avoid him too. It was agonizing.
About as agonizing as the coughing fits, that perhaps thankfully had the decency of happening out of his eyeshot in her room. The petals were certainly getting worse, especially with this revelation, but it was fine. Surely, it would be fine.
Marianne tends to the horses before bed, making sure they're well fed and tended to. Sure, there are other students who can take care of them, but...Marianne finds herself at peace with them. Even if something feels really distinctly not right about tonight. She's not sure why the horses seem so on edge, but she takes care of them as best she can. What could possibly be spooking them so? She can't get any answers from them, but...
When Hubert finally steps into the light, it's Dorte that gets her to look in his direction, and Marianne jumps when her eyes catch sight of him.]
Eek! [Marianne's brush and the bucket with some of the vegetables from supper are flung into the air as she lets out a small yelp, everything falling to the ground. Oh no. Oh no, what is he doing here--] H-Hubert? Um, what are you doing here?
[The question is very drenched in worry, and needless to say, she's uh. Sufficiently intimidated right now. She looks very much like she belongs in her original house, like she's an incredibly skittish deer.]