H-355: Little Isle Manor House, Parlour
That does appear to generate a flicker of… something… from Raina.
“Without that, you might as well give up; and many do.”
She pauses to sip her drink.
“Also, nothing wrong with reducing the competition.”
She surveys Lia again, perhaps takes a moment to enjoy, or at least note, her open jacket again.
“What does winning the game look like?”
“Hmm.”
Her eyes drift up and to the left.
“That one’s tricky, especially since this isn’t my game. Or my rules. And really, I’ve barely started playing on a lot of levels…”
She drifts off but seems to be thinking.
“I suppose for me, winning would be changing the game entirely. Making new rules so that I stood a chance of living my life however the fuck I wanted. My way.”
There’s that flame that flickered briefly to life earlier…