@narcdepsy || continued from here
“Oh, please, I insist,” Lusamine said sweetly, with a hand already shifting through the contents of her purse (and trembling slightly, even now).
It had been her own fault, loathe as she was to admit it. It seemed her hands always shook, and recently her usually controlled and elegant movements had become even more humiliatingly uncoordinated. She reached too far or not far enough, misjudging the length (and sometimes the number) of her arms. She could not remember which it had been this time.
She might have made a show of trying to clean up the mess herself, but Magnolia was insistent that she stay put, steering her away from the shattered glass in his usual protective manner.
“Goodness, how embarrassing... You’ll have to forgive me. I can be so terribly clumsy these days.”