[It really is too bad that these women are not at all interested in other women. While Alhaitham is handling this whole thing like a champ, Benedikta would have at least been a little less uncomfortable about it than he appears to be, and it's not like she can blame him for it. The way that they are fawning over him like that makes even her skin crawl...
Benedikta, in the meanwhile, picks up her teacup and dumps it into the nearest potted plant—or what should be one. The poor thing is as good as dead. She'll carry the cup with her, however, and peer out of the room and down the hall just in time to see them at the other end, but just as they are about to enter, they all stop, and she ducks back behind the door.
"Oh, then it's this way." And they tug him further along into another new corridor, with Benedikta following, her feet tiptoeing over her wind so as not to make a sound...]
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Benedikta, in the meanwhile, picks up her teacup and dumps it into the nearest potted plant—or what should be one. The poor thing is as good as dead. She'll carry the cup with her, however, and peer out of the room and down the hall just in time to see them at the other end, but just as they are about to enter, they all stop, and she ducks back behind the door.
"Oh, then it's this way." And they tug him further along into another new corridor, with Benedikta following, her feet tiptoeing over her wind so as not to make a sound...]