[Cissie is a little thrown off by the looks and the warnings and the entire situation. She doesn't like or trust Merlyn, and getting looked at like that by him is... surreal. Even more surreal is what waits for them inside the house. An aunt that probably doesn't exist, and a grandmother she never got the chance to meet. A grandmother who is probably going to hate her just for being here, near her children.
It takes her a moment to realize she's somehow both jealous and homesick, but as soon as she does, she shoves those thoughts away and clears her throat, dropping her gaze to the pavement.]
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It takes her a moment to realize she's somehow both jealous and homesick, but as soon as she does, she shoves those thoughts away and clears her throat, dropping her gaze to the pavement.]
...I guess telling her the truth isn't an option.