She grimaces for it, briefly, clearly displeased that she doesn't want to take them off - more so for the dirt that is inevitably going to be walked over her nice clean floor but... well, what else was she going to do about it, really?
So she shrugs it off, and instead to set down the cups, and uncorks the bottle. There is a certain comfort to the fact Teren knows who she is, what she is, human and not. That she doesn't bother to hide the strength in doing so. In just tugging it free and not bothering to pretend it takes any sort of effort on her behalf.
As she pours the wine, she finally begins to speak. "I wanted to ask you about the Wardens."
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Date: 2018-11-09 02:49 am (UTC)So she shrugs it off, and instead to set down the cups, and uncorks the bottle. There is a certain comfort to the fact Teren knows who she is, what she is, human and not. That she doesn't bother to hide the strength in doing so. In just tugging it free and not bothering to pretend it takes any sort of effort on her behalf.
As she pours the wine, she finally begins to speak. "I wanted to ask you about the Wardens."