Cyrus narrowed his eyes in contemplation of the woman. She was a puzzle, at one moment apologetic for having developed a depth of feeling for a pupil, and in the next, defending those same methods. Loss was a tricky emotion, it was true, but he began to suspect Julianna St. Clare was correct when she diagnosed herself with arrogance.
Let no one cast aspersions on her performance, other than herself.
“A sabbatical might do you some good,” he agreed. “You can return to your research while you sort through what is proving to be a complicated response. And they believe we have it easy.” He snorted lightly. Cyrus walked around the back of his chair in the general direction of his desk.
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on 2013-11-01 02:49 am (UTC)Let no one cast aspersions on her performance, other than herself.
“A sabbatical might do you some good,” he agreed. “You can return to your research while you sort through what is proving to be a complicated response. And they believe we have it easy.” He snorted lightly. Cyrus walked around the back of his chair in the general direction of his desk.