[ With delicate steps, the lass finally reaches a more companionable distance - or at least the perpendicular side of the debris he was looking through before. She doesn't give much consideration to the state of her otherwise crisp, pale, and easily-sullied clothing when she kneels down in the dirt and ash along with him, her mouth pressed into a contemplative line. ]
That is a bit strange, isn't it...?
[ A kitchen fire would have made more sense to her, but - surely there must be other kinds, along with the deliberate type. (She really doesn't have any experience investigating arson, and yet her determination to try and to reason things out one way or another is strong just the same.) ]
What was up there before it burned down?
[ Above his room, that is. It's a little hard to determine the layout of the house from what's left over, at least to the untrained eye. ]
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That is a bit strange, isn't it...?
[ A kitchen fire would have made more sense to her, but - surely there must be other kinds, along with the deliberate type. (She really doesn't have any experience investigating arson, and yet her determination to try and to reason things out one way or another is strong just the same.) ]
What was up there before it burned down?
[ Above his room, that is. It's a little hard to determine the layout of the house from what's left over, at least to the untrained eye. ]