She follows beside him. The heavy shift of her armour under her clothes - chain shirt, mostly these days - clinks and settles as she does. Making her movements stiff - lost her helmet two battlefields ago and hadn't had an ability since then to replace it. A tangled mess of her hair where it had come free of it's tight braid, mattered with blood and dust, making her clothes stick to her skin. The chainmail a rustle of metal that she takes with each step that makes it loud, but she wears it easily enough to step light. Her long blade is clutched in her hand, all the same. Stiffly kept close with ceremony, rather than deadly purpose. A soldier, just the same as a queen. Stretched out over long battlefields and she meets the gaze of anyone that looks at her openly and flatly as they go past. Determined, flat.
Though, mostly, she hadn't been at liberty to look when she'd come in. Too concerned by what she might find. But she takes it in now, faint wonder that lifts her brow some small amount when she's not looking at others, eyes bright in the things she looks at. Light, so much light, a building that - no, it's not like the Mahal, the Fortress or half the palaces between Portugal and Gwalior that she had crept in and out of since then.
Something else, just as beautiful perhaps, for its difference to what she knows. Confusing, though. Makes it important that she doesn't miss a step beside him, when she shifts her gaze back to him. "Thank you. Will I need to be presented to anyone else?"
Sort of distracted, at least when they get to the elevator, trying to comprehend what they were doing, but better than to ask. He's handling it all as normal but - she'll do the same beside him. Even if part of her startles - a shift of her weight on her feet in expectation - at each little thing she doesn't comprehend.
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Though, mostly, she hadn't been at liberty to look when she'd come in. Too concerned by what she might find. But she takes it in now, faint wonder that lifts her brow some small amount when she's not looking at others, eyes bright in the things she looks at. Light, so much light, a building that - no, it's not like the Mahal, the Fortress or half the palaces between Portugal and Gwalior that she had crept in and out of since then.
Something else, just as beautiful perhaps, for its difference to what she knows. Confusing, though. Makes it important that she doesn't miss a step beside him, when she shifts her gaze back to him. "Thank you. Will I need to be presented to anyone else?"
Sort of distracted, at least when they get to the elevator, trying to comprehend what they were doing, but better than to ask. He's handling it all as normal but - she'll do the same beside him. Even if part of her startles - a shift of her weight on her feet in expectation - at each little thing she doesn't comprehend.