Robert's look of confusion and the question that followed were met only with a rigid shrug and a look of her own, which was the same bitter look that she might have had if she had just tasted a mouthful of bile before vomiting. Though not a direct answer, there was certainly a heavy implication that if she
did love her, Mimsy wasn't all that pleased about it.
But
she had no place in this, so the thought was shoved from her mind. By the time Cami made it to the door, the sour expression had been replaced with a much more pleasant one, accompanied by barely-stifled giggles at her husband's outburst.
"
Congratulations," she greeted her in a loud whisper, which seemed to indicate that she'd heard her request for them to be more quiet, but there was no apology. When she spoke again, the whisper was already forgotten, though her 'normal' voice was not particularly loud regardless. "Thank you for inviting us into your room. Are you well? I have some news, and a request, and--
oh, of course."
She cleared her throat, straightened up, and gestured at both of them, from one to the other.
"Camille, this is my husband, Robert. And husband, this is my sister." That should do it. She leaned against Robert again, now that the introductions were formally completed, and glanced between each of them as she awaited their reactions.
