[It's no surprise that she's not being subtle enough. Mirabelle has never been good about telling lies, and has rarely gotten away with pretending anything. (What people needed to believe about her is an entirely different matter.)]
[But Isabeau seems to have caught on that something is amiss, and her stomach churns as she wonders if she should just tell him or keep up the pretense. He would probably let her keep going, kind as he is; but that just makes her feel worse. If he's standing anywhere near the door, he might hear a muffled groan as she rests her face into her hands for a moment.]
I don't... actually know? It depends??
[On her. On how hungry she is, which is... pretty hungry! What if, when she opens the door, she's suddenly overcome with insatiable bloodlust?? What if she attacks Isabeau? What if she turns him too??? There is so much lore to pick from, and she has no idea which parts will apply... Should she tell him to arm himself with garlic, or silver, or mirrors? Would he actually do any of that if it would hurt her?]
[Focus, Mirabelle... If only her chest didn't feel so tight just thinking about all of this. She's so so bad at pretending nothing is wrong... She can't keep this up.]
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[But Isabeau seems to have caught on that something is amiss, and her stomach churns as she wonders if she should just tell him or keep up the pretense. He would probably let her keep going, kind as he is; but that just makes her feel worse. If he's standing anywhere near the door, he might hear a muffled groan as she rests her face into her hands for a moment.]
I don't... actually know? It depends??
[On her. On how hungry she is, which is... pretty hungry! What if, when she opens the door, she's suddenly overcome with insatiable bloodlust?? What if she attacks Isabeau? What if she turns him too??? There is so much lore to pick from, and she has no idea which parts will apply... Should she tell him to arm himself with garlic, or silver, or mirrors? Would he actually do any of that if it would hurt her?]
[Focus, Mirabelle... If only her chest didn't feel so tight just thinking about all of this. She's so so bad at pretending nothing is wrong... She can't keep this up.]
...I'm doing a terrible job of convincing you.