[The old man takes a step back from Cora, a slight twitch jolts his whole body for a moment. The way he moves is less stiff now, his body no longer swaying from the wine he's been nursing for god knows how long before they arrived. Instead, an intense gaze fixes on Cora.
"You're just like her!" The man's voice pitches upward, slightly shrill. "Just like my older sister, only asking about Autumn. Sweet little Autumn. No one asks about me, do they? No one asks about the way the mob came for me and sister left me to burn on the riverboat." The man lets out a dramatic wail.
Faye looks over at Cora like ... wat and backs over to the far left side of the room, just so they can be a little more spread out if this gets weirder and they need to take care of business.]
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"You're just like her!" The man's voice pitches upward, slightly shrill. "Just like my older sister, only asking about Autumn. Sweet little Autumn. No one asks about me, do they? No one asks about the way the mob came for me and sister left me to burn on the riverboat." The man lets out a dramatic wail.
Faye looks over at Cora like ... wat and backs over to the far left side of the room, just so they can be a little more spread out if this gets weirder and they need to take care of business.]