[Impatiently, she waits for the helmet to come off, brows lifted and face painfully curious. It's going to be Corvo. He's going to be playing a trick on her, and it's going to be him, and he's going to say, "Surprise, Emily!" and then they are going to go home together.

But it's not him.

Her expression falls the moment she sees Gabranth un-helmed — no offense to his looks.] No... you're not Corvo. [Slowly, her head tips down, eyes hidden below her lowered lashes. Her voice is quiet and sad.] I'm looking for him, for Corvo. He is the Lord Protector of-- [Falters.] --my mother... and me. [Carefully, she lifts her head.]

Have you seen him?