[His smile, at least, affords her some comfort. She returns it with a wan curl of her lips, reaching up with a hand weighted with pearl bracelets, taking in a sweet sigh of relief.]
I'm sorry— [There's no reason for her to make amends, but she feels obliged to apologize, just the same. The tranquil atmosphere in the garden is fragile enough, without her making a scene. She shrugs her shoulder, and her smile is a bit more genuine, or at least more convincing.] I've probably had too much to drink.
[She has touched the wine tonight, but not enough that she has lost her inhibitions entirely. It is the simplest excuse to think of, better than to explain the chill of discomfort he had brought upon her. She takes a seat on the low bench, carved from what looks like white marble, her gaze drifting down into her lap.
This is not, however, an unspoken request for his departure.]
Did you come here with someone? [She remembers, vaguely, the masked man.]
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I'm sorry— [There's no reason for her to make amends, but she feels obliged to apologize, just the same. The tranquil atmosphere in the garden is fragile enough, without her making a scene. She shrugs her shoulder, and her smile is a bit more genuine, or at least more convincing.] I've probably had too much to drink.
[She has touched the wine tonight, but not enough that she has lost her inhibitions entirely. It is the simplest excuse to think of, better than to explain the chill of discomfort he had brought upon her. She takes a seat on the low bench, carved from what looks like white marble, her gaze drifting down into her lap.
This is not, however, an unspoken request for his departure.]
Did you come here with someone? [She remembers, vaguely, the masked man.]