<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/CorinneLorimer.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Corinne Lorimer (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1945676)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Guest Room<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Stout Frock<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Musing<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>"I shudder to think what manner of woman could command Rehner's admiration," Corinne said. The memory of those witching eyes was still clear in her mind. Still, there were more pressing concerns. "I worry about staying here any longer than we have to. While Heinfroth may admire our autonomy, I suspect she admires it in the same way the hunter admires the lion - a worthy challenge. The longer we stay here, the more I fear that we shall be deemed madwomen, in need of their 'treatment'."<br/><br/>She settled herself on the edge of the tub, and trailed her hand in the water, chanting a minor spell that warmed the water until it was steaming pleasantly once more. She did it more as an exercise than anything, a way to focus her mind as she collected her thoughts.<br/><br/>"I am most curious to hear what Doctor Noire has to say," she pondered. "Perhaps she shall shed more light on whatever 'affliction' they have foisted upon our friends." The stated nature of the 'affliction' still gnawed at her. She looked up and regarded her companions in turn. "Tell me, honestly. Do any of you regard me as a witch? If there is any truth to the rumours, then I fear that I am an easy target for accusations of witchcraft."