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Listening was not something that Elisabeth disliked, precisely. It was helplessness that left her unmoored, the lack of something to do, some way to help. So when she realized where Cygne's eyes were searching, and her mind clicked together what it might be they were looking for, she lit up perceptively.[break][break]

A task she could assist in. At last.[break][break]

Elisabeth raised a finger, retreating to the cabinets that housed her vials of poisons prepared for distribution. Her Ariados scuttled away, curious, as she approached the many glittering bottles, turning finally to a shelf that was notably marked for distinctly different use. A gloved hand retrieved one glass container, returning to ana fell with it in hand.[break][break]

Formaldehyde. Room temperature, sealed, kept dry and away from flammable substances.[break][break]

"I understand, I think." The not wanting to talk to Isaac Merlo. The discomfort of facing him with news he might not accept. "You aren't wrong to seek this for him, though, regardless of his feelings."[break][break]

Elisabeth tried to remember the last time she loved someone enough to try something this reckless, only to realize it might even be ana fell herself that would inspire the poisoner to go to such lengths.[break][break]

Would Elisabeth have felt comfortable confessing such a thing aloud to Cygne? No. Never.[break][break]

"We have lye," Elisabeth said nonchalantly, as if it were the most normal thing to add in all the world. "For the artisanal soaps, and other things. Should you want to remove the undesirables in another manner."

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