"Older." She repeats, squinting at him. He makes something hum in the back of her mind, but she isn't sure what it means. It's harder to suss out with people she doesn't know, but she supposes, given enough time, she might pinpoint it. "How much older?"
She doesn't seem to find him an immediate threat, regardless, and she goes back to her coloring page, picking up a new pencil as she answers. "Dahlia. Klaus saved me." She offers it like a fact, like she does every time she says it. Grass is green, the sky is blue, Klaus saved her. Period. There's no room for argument that it was ever anything else.
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She doesn't seem to find him an immediate threat, regardless, and she goes back to her coloring page, picking up a new pencil as she answers. "Dahlia. Klaus saved me." She offers it like a fact, like she does every time she says it. Grass is green, the sky is blue, Klaus saved her. Period. There's no room for argument that it was ever anything else.