She can hope that someday he'll try to do it himself if she does it enough for him.
That day will probably never come.
The suggestion that she take a break is probably a sound one, given she's wrecked almost half a bouquet trying to work on her control, but she knows what all of that paper means and what he's trying to do by luring her with promises of tea and scones. That's just what he does, offer something nice so that somebody else can't say no when the unpleasant part starts--
She looks back at her hand and the most recent flower now looks like a particularly ugly sea urchin on a stick made of solid ice. Elizabeth puts it down in frustration and then drops her head into her hands with another growl.
"Alright! Alright, fine--" she says, piling the errors into the bag the flowers came in. "Fine, fine, not like I'm making any progress here."
Might as well help Norrell make his own progress, right? Because that's all she's good for, helping other people.
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That day will probably never come.
The suggestion that she take a break is probably a sound one, given she's wrecked almost half a bouquet trying to work on her control, but she knows what all of that paper means and what he's trying to do by luring her with promises of tea and scones. That's just what he does, offer something nice so that somebody else can't say no when the unpleasant part starts--
She looks back at her hand and the most recent flower now looks like a particularly ugly sea urchin on a stick made of solid ice. Elizabeth puts it down in frustration and then drops her head into her hands with another growl.
"Alright! Alright, fine--" she says, piling the errors into the bag the flowers came in. "Fine, fine, not like I'm making any progress here."
Might as well help Norrell make his own progress, right? Because that's all she's good for, helping other people.