[Here, some of that color does reach her face. Though it's motivation—a reflexive defensiveness not wholly divorced from the sort of association she'd been dreading he might make between herself and Misters Rutyer and Averesch—has shifted close to embarrassment by the time it gets that far. It turns the pinch her brow nearer to thoughtfulness than offense.]
In the sense of a Templar reinforcing reality, I suppose.
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In the sense of a Templar reinforcing reality, I suppose.