Or... it's only part of why. It's enough of why that Alexandrie will let it be why. They are both exhausted.
Now that she'd found the edge of this particular hurt, knows where its border lies, she doesn't look agitated anymore; just tired. Particularly so because she is fresh-faced, with none of her usual applied cosmetic artistry. Even so she smiles for Bastien and the cake, and sings for him. ]
Bon anniversaire, nos vœux les plus sincères—
[ It is simple, unornamented, and sounds like she just woke up and her vocal warm-up was having a go of it, but it's a song all the same. ]
I will cut it, you ought not do too much hard labour on your birthday.
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Or... it's only part of why. It's enough of why that Alexandrie will let it be why. They are both exhausted.
Now that she'd found the edge of this particular hurt, knows where its border lies, she doesn't look agitated anymore; just tired. Particularly so because she is fresh-faced, with none of her usual applied cosmetic artistry. Even so she smiles for Bastien and the cake, and sings for him. ]
Bon anniversaire, nos vœux les plus sincères—
[ It is simple, unornamented, and sounds like she just woke up and her vocal warm-up was having a go of it, but it's a song all the same. ]
I will cut it, you ought not do too much hard labour on your birthday.