That small friendly warmth in her eyes gets a bit chilly at the retort.
"Not exactly a King's hobby," she sighs, deciding to finally perch on the edge of a stone bench. "God knows my own counsel wouldn't let me lift a finger if I wanted to. Apparently blood and dirt is fine on an archangel's hands, but dirt for pleasure..."
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"Not exactly a King's hobby," she sighs, deciding to finally perch on the edge of a stone bench. "God knows my own counsel wouldn't let me lift a finger if I wanted to. Apparently blood and dirt is fine on an archangel's hands, but dirt for pleasure..."