[ Still caught on the cusp of anger, it is clear the Lady is torn between task and talking. There were few she expected to counter here, Estinien least of all being on that list, yet here he stood, speaking damnable sense while all eyes turn to them.
Her wrist twists, not quite enough to break his grasp, but enough that she might look back--
Gone. All that remain are self-satisfied looking fellows walking away from what they see as a task well done, while others appoint themselves watchmen at the Elevator itself.
If anything, that makes any argument to continue moot. ]
Very well, then. [her voice can't quite hide the ill grace with which she accepts this change of plan, but it is lowered between them, and she forces herself to relax.] After you.
[ It is not quite a picture of obedience, but if the Azure Dragoon leads, she will follow, and that will hopefully satisfy expectations around them. ]
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Her wrist twists, not quite enough to break his grasp, but enough that she might look back--
Gone. All that remain are self-satisfied looking fellows walking away from what they see as a task well done, while others appoint themselves watchmen at the Elevator itself.
If anything, that makes any argument to continue moot. ]
Very well, then. [her voice can't quite hide the ill grace with which she accepts this change of plan, but it is lowered between them, and she forces herself to relax.] After you.
[ It is not quite a picture of obedience, but if the Azure Dragoon leads, she will follow, and that will hopefully satisfy expectations around them. ]