[she doesn't say anything, only takes her hand off Pitou's, closing her eyes for a second and then opening them. nodding once. she knows how Pitou works well enough, knows that sometimes she has to be firm and sometimes she has to watch them go, proud sort they are. as much as it rankles them to hear it, the words needed to be said, and frankly, Grell wasn't going to go and hide this part of her life for the sake of someone else's inability to understand that people could have many different relationships of equal importance.
all Grell can do is be patient now for them to come back to her. it was what it was, and she rises carefully, with a queen's dignity. before she turns and leaves the way she came, leaving Pitou to their thoughts. it'll take time, but she's confident that if nothing else, there will come a time when Pitou comes to talk again. what about, she can't predict.]
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all Grell can do is be patient now for them to come back to her. it was what it was, and she rises carefully, with a queen's dignity. before she turns and leaves the way she came, leaving Pitou to their thoughts. it'll take time, but she's confident that if nothing else, there will come a time when Pitou comes to talk again. what about, she can't predict.]