[ Lucretia looks up at the graffiti in display, journals clutched to her chest. Her brow furrows as she, too, tries to interpret the message. Or the accusation.
But like Magnus, she can't think of anything it might be referring to, either, shaking her head in defeat. She hesitates for a moment, then carefully sets her journals aside, hurrying over to his side. ]
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[ Lucretia looks up at the graffiti in display, journals clutched to her chest. Her brow furrows as she, too, tries to interpret the message. Or the accusation.
But like Magnus, she can't think of anything it might be referring to, either, shaking her head in defeat. She hesitates for a moment, then carefully sets her journals aside, hurrying over to his side. ]
Can I help?