The frown and tilt of her head didn't go unnoticed. Was something wrong? Besides the obvious, that was, but with how much that alone could account for, Lelouch tried not to think about it further. As long as it wasn't something that might cause his sister concern, it couldn't be important. He would just have to take a tighter rein on his emotions so that she didn't sense anything that might upset her. It was the very least he could do.
He listened attentively as she spoke, determined not to let a single moment of this meeting go wasted. Unless he could be absolutely certain that she would be visiting next week or the week after that, he couldn't afford to treat this precious time with her lightly, not when both of them had to be relying on it. He had to do his best to convey how much he cared about her while he had the chance in order to help her get through whatever it was the world outside the institute had in store for her. He might not have been able to protect her himself while she was there, but if this would help...
"They were wrong, but don't worry; just knowing that you wanted to is enough. If the doctors say you shouldn't or won't pass on any letters, we should respect them." That was the exact opposite of what he wanted to say, but true enough for his purposes that it should slip past her heightened senses. "And tell Mary that I think Lance would make a much better maid than I," he added, smiling just a little bit wider in response to his sister's obvious mirth. He would never understand why she, "Mary," and "Charlotte" (at least their names were similar enough that he could match them up easily with their counterparts) enjoyed making him dress up so much, but as long as Nunnally enjoyed it...
It took a moment or two for the significance of the name "Charlotte" to sink in, but once it did, he blinked and tensed slightly, doing his best to try and keep that hidden, too, but probably not succeeding. "Charlotte-- is she doing all right?" he couldn't help but ask, brows furrowing. Shirley-- he shouldn't be surprised that she would be alive in this make-believe world the institute's machinations had constructed, but it still caught him off guard in much the same way Euphy's appearance had. He had the automatic thought that he would need to research the matter further on the board later, but when his half sister might reply-- no, it was best to leave it until later.
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He listened attentively as she spoke, determined not to let a single moment of this meeting go wasted. Unless he could be absolutely certain that she would be visiting next week or the week after that, he couldn't afford to treat this precious time with her lightly, not when both of them had to be relying on it. He had to do his best to convey how much he cared about her while he had the chance in order to help her get through whatever it was the world outside the institute had in store for her. He might not have been able to protect her himself while she was there, but if this would help...
"They were wrong, but don't worry; just knowing that you wanted to is enough. If the doctors say you shouldn't or won't pass on any letters, we should respect them." That was the exact opposite of what he wanted to say, but true enough for his purposes that it should slip past her heightened senses. "And tell Mary that I think Lance would make a much better maid than I," he added, smiling just a little bit wider in response to his sister's obvious mirth. He would never understand why she, "Mary," and "Charlotte" (at least their names were similar enough that he could match them up easily with their counterparts) enjoyed making him dress up so much, but as long as Nunnally enjoyed it...
It took a moment or two for the significance of the name "Charlotte" to sink in, but once it did, he blinked and tensed slightly, doing his best to try and keep that hidden, too, but probably not succeeding. "Charlotte-- is she doing all right?" he couldn't help but ask, brows furrowing. Shirley-- he shouldn't be surprised that she would be alive in this make-believe world the institute's machinations had constructed, but it still caught him off guard in much the same way Euphy's appearance had. He had the automatic thought that he would need to research the matter further on the board later, but when his half sister might reply-- no, it was best to leave it until later.