[Changed in many ways, learned from many masters. The last part about her hair is clearly a joke, but Henry allows his lips to quirk at it all the same. He brings the tea to his lips, sipping while he listens.
She doesn't give too much away, does she? He might have wondered if she changed in more ways than hairstyle or knowledge--because who doesn't, over the long, dragging years--but perhaps she's not the sort to offer that information freely. Not like Henry, who sees no need to hide the matter if it comes up.
To a certain degree, anyway.]
Hm? [Unsure if it's purely advantageous? He wonders why.] I was.
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She doesn't give too much away, does she? He might have wondered if she changed in more ways than hairstyle or knowledge--because who doesn't, over the long, dragging years--but perhaps she's not the sort to offer that information freely. Not like Henry, who sees no need to hide the matter if it comes up.
To a certain degree, anyway.]
Hm? [Unsure if it's purely advantageous? He wonders why.] I was.