[From around the corner, Benedikta listens, peeking around every now and then. She can't help but smile to herself, thinking him so incredibly clever and charismatic with the way that he can so easily needle information out of simple-minded girls. Information that should otherwise be incredibly classified, but what woman can resist that charm?
She is smitten by the fact that they do indeed make quite the pair. She is going to have a few words with him about how he described her as some delicate flower, as well as with a child!? Was that really necessary!?
Thoughts that she is all caught up in when she realizes that the conversation has come to an end and he is turning on his heel, likely to head back to where he thinks she is waiting. She scrambles a bit, shuffling past some of the people standing around in the dining area so that she can walk very, very fast back to the room. A brisk walk that turns into an awkward half-jog in heels once she reaches the hallway which is, fortunately, empty, and the door has remained untouched.
She will only arrive back moments before he does, with hardly enough time to straighten herself out. She only just realizes that they have entered a common sitting area with a bed in one corner and a bath in the other. Some sort of guest room? She can't quite tell with how dark it is.
But when he returns, she'll be standing at the center, pretending to look around as she fixes her hair back into place.]
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She is smitten by the fact that they do indeed make quite the pair. She is going to have a few words with him about how he described her as some delicate flower, as well as with a child!? Was that really necessary!?
Thoughts that she is all caught up in when she realizes that the conversation has come to an end and he is turning on his heel, likely to head back to where he thinks she is waiting. She scrambles a bit, shuffling past some of the people standing around in the dining area so that she can walk very, very fast back to the room. A brisk walk that turns into an awkward half-jog in heels once she reaches the hallway which is, fortunately, empty, and the door has remained untouched.
She will only arrive back moments before he does, with hardly enough time to straighten herself out. She only just realizes that they have entered a common sitting area with a bed in one corner and a bath in the other. Some sort of guest room? She can't quite tell with how dark it is.
But when he returns, she'll be standing at the center, pretending to look around as she fixes her hair back into place.]