[Ciel is there long before him, having taken the liberties of setting the table with the help of a couple of servants. It is a rather nice day out, the chaos of the past few weeks set aside. So she opts to dress into something less severe than her usual robes, especially knowing the nature of her guest: a navy blue sleeveless sundress that reaches her knees, though her sternum is covered as it's where her shard is embedded. She still makes it a habit of keeping it concealed through her everyday routine, and while the dress is simple, maybe even somewhat plain, it's still casual and more effort than she usually puts in appearing less... businesslike.
He'll find her standing near the neatly set table garnished with a tea set and bite-sized snacks sweet and salty, that her lower legs are exposed do prove her words beyond doubt too. There isn't so much as a lingering scar, she looks perfectly fine and healthy without the faintest hint of injury on her person.
His smile is returned, bright and cheery. Just a lady greeting him for afternoon tea, nothing more and nothing less.]
Of course, it would do no good to anyone for me to downplay my injuries—if I had any. [Which she clearly doesn't, not anymore, so she gestures towards the seat on the other side of the table.] Have a seat?
[And she absolutely sees it, how he looks worse for wear with those inhuman touches on his body and in the pallor of his fingers. ...Howl.]
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He'll find her standing near the neatly set table garnished with a tea set and bite-sized snacks sweet and salty, that her lower legs are exposed do prove her words beyond doubt too. There isn't so much as a lingering scar, she looks perfectly fine and healthy without the faintest hint of injury on her person.
His smile is returned, bright and cheery. Just a lady greeting him for afternoon tea, nothing more and nothing less.]
Of course, it would do no good to anyone for me to downplay my injuries—if I had any. [Which she clearly doesn't, not anymore, so she gestures towards the seat on the other side of the table.] Have a seat?
[And she absolutely sees it, how he looks worse for wear with those inhuman touches on his body and in the pallor of his fingers. ...Howl.]