[A brief expression of worry crossed Fenimore's face. Not that she had stopped feeling worried since she arrived, but the worry had increased. The most likely reason she could think that that would happen is if the Rite had failed, but...she couldn't say that so bluntly. She tries to cover her nerves; she wants to bite down on her thumb worriedly, but she stops herself. Instead, she leans her elbow on the table, her fingers curled and thumb slightly extended a little ways from her mouth.]
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...What happened?