[That she is loved is very clear, indeed. Sholmes speaks warmly and proudly, and there is so much care put into her wellbeing that it exudes as happiness. The simple bright-eyed excitement that all ten-year olds possess if they lead contented lives, never mind how mature Iris is for her young age.
She gasps again, more delighted than surprised this time.]
Oh, Hurley, it’s just like you said. She even has a Russian accent!
[Or something close enough to it. Iris hurries up to Sprezzatura, not even bothering to close to door, still holding both satchel and lock picking tools her a hand apiece. The question of why she isn’t blue and horned still lingers in her mind, of course, but she’s polite enough not to blurt it out yet, and too excited to care. Maybe Hurley was making a joke; it wouldn’t be all that strange.]
What a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms Vaux. [(already churning up nicknames in her mind)] My name is Iris Wilson. I’ve heard so much about you from Hurley.
[Would she like a tiny curtsy because she’s getting one]
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She gasps again, more delighted than surprised this time.]
Oh, Hurley, it’s just like you said. She even has a Russian accent!
[Or something close enough to it. Iris hurries up to Sprezzatura, not even bothering to close to door, still holding both satchel and lock picking tools her a hand apiece. The question of why she isn’t blue and horned still lingers in her mind, of course, but she’s polite enough not to blurt it out yet, and too excited to care. Maybe Hurley was making a joke; it wouldn’t be all that strange.]
What a pleasure to finally meet you, Ms Vaux. [(already churning up nicknames in her mind)] My name is Iris Wilson. I’ve heard so much about you from Hurley.
[Would she like a tiny curtsy because she’s getting one]