[ A tendril of worry worked its way up from Erina's stomach and began wrapping its cold feelings around her heart. Were they no longer married in his time? Had she died in childbed? Had he somehow passed? Perhaps they didn't get married?!
Perhaps she'd married that terrible, horrendous, spurious, murderous Dio. Lord above, she hoped that wasn't the case. And hoped that he was as dead in Joanthan's time as he appeared to be in her own. Erina leans closer into Jonathan, nodding slowly in reply.]
So long as I may use your pocket as my muff, of course, my love. Is it... bad news?
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Perhaps she'd married that terrible, horrendous, spurious, murderous Dio. Lord above, she hoped that wasn't the case. And hoped that he was as dead in Joanthan's time as he appeared to be in her own. Erina leans closer into Jonathan, nodding slowly in reply.]
So long as I may use your pocket as my muff, of course, my love. Is it... bad news?