[ She follows, arranging her clothes over herself as ever. Her hands painted still, a few days until the designs would begin to fade on her skin, the left over glamour of the party the night before. ]
Quite well. I am used to it now, I promise.
[ She watches the door shut behind them, smiling still. But it's bright for another way as she doesn't so much look to his staff that are otherwise watching them in peering gestures that they scurry away behind their reports. Instead, her eyes follow him and only him, pleased already to see him again. ]
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Quite well. I am used to it now, I promise.
[ She watches the door shut behind them, smiling still. But it's bright for another way as she doesn't so much look to his staff that are otherwise watching them in peering gestures that they scurry away behind their reports. Instead, her eyes follow him and only him, pleased already to see him again. ]