[A horse... yes, Edward could handle a horse. But when she makes a comment about seeing something over yonder--where is over yonder? what does that even mean?--Edward's expression sours. Still, he keeps his voice polite when he answers.]
Apologies, my lady, but I'm going to need some assistance.
[He gestures towards his eyes. The pupils are scarred over and grey, and spiderwebs of scar radiate out from their corners to his temples.]
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Apologies, my lady, but I'm going to need some assistance.
[He gestures towards his eyes. The pupils are scarred over and grey, and spiderwebs of scar radiate out from their corners to his temples.]
I can't see where you're pointing.