[She might have more to say about how funny it is that Siffrin wound up with the other, long-missing half of the Embroider, if she weren't of a singular seething mind right now. Instead, she simply takes the battered and broken length of metal from Loop, setting it behind her and letting it rest against her back like a weapon in a video game. Levitation magic is good for more than just flying, after all.]
...No promises.
[But she will try, she supposes. Even with the small amount she's spoken to Isabeau before, it's obvious he's exactly that kind of person. Too kind for his own good, indeed. And... with Loop asking this of her, she's going to guess he's not on the suspected duplicates list. She wouldn't know how to tell, certainly.
She also doesn't know what she'll do once she finds this fake Siffrin. Hence, no promises.
With that, she sets to searching for something that will smell well enough like Siffrin. The bedding, perhaps? She pulls the sheets back, letting Sidereal step over to sniff at them. With a few snuffles, he has the scent, and starts sniffing around at the floor, following it out the door and back towards the inn's entrance. Timekeeper follows, her strides stiff and purposeful.]
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[She might have more to say about how funny it is that Siffrin wound up with the other, long-missing half of the Embroider, if she weren't of a singular seething mind right now. Instead, she simply takes the battered and broken length of metal from Loop, setting it behind her and letting it rest against her back like a weapon in a video game. Levitation magic is good for more than just flying, after all.]
...No promises.
[But she will try, she supposes. Even with the small amount she's spoken to Isabeau before, it's obvious he's exactly that kind of person. Too kind for his own good, indeed. And... with Loop asking this of her, she's going to guess he's not on the suspected duplicates list. She wouldn't know how to tell, certainly.
She also doesn't know what she'll do once she finds this fake Siffrin. Hence, no promises.
With that, she sets to searching for something that will smell well enough like Siffrin. The bedding, perhaps? She pulls the sheets back, letting Sidereal step over to sniff at them. With a few snuffles, he has the scent, and starts sniffing around at the floor, following it out the door and back towards the inn's entrance. Timekeeper follows, her strides stiff and purposeful.]