Tiara gently bobbed in a nod to the short response of the other, cordial depths holding a troubled frown in nature to her friends withdrawn aura. Concerned for the one of whom had truly been her only genuine friend in childhood..and perhaps, through her years of maturity as well. This life of solitude surely could not be good for her. I have been well enough. Life has been kind to me, I suppose. But what of you? Have you been well? Noticing at last the somewhat distressing fact of the other being utterly drenched she quickly rose from her seat, unlatching the silver catch of her cloak and pulling it from about her shoulders, offering it to the other. You poor dear, you are absolutely soaked! You must be freezing. Here, put this around you before you catch a chill. And I won't take no for an answer, so don't even try it. Though she spoke kindly and softly, German accent adding a certain lilt to her words, a stubborn firmness was also present. Taking her seat once more as the raven cloak is released into the hand of the other, stygian skirts smoothed, the veracity of her wealth is made painfully obvious by finery. The maiden almost flinching herself at the showiness of the mourning attire. If she was to be forced to wear this depressing colour alone, the style could at least have been down-toned somewhat. Though brought up in the best nobility could offer, she oft despised flaunting it so. Especially so when she wanted nothing more than to blend with the more humble crowd. But, attempting her best to ignore it, she smiled her thanks to the innkeeper as her wine is brought. Murmuring a polite thank you before the other withdrew. Sipping the crimson liquid ere returning her attention fully to her companion. Warm simper given. I have missed you as well. It has been rather lonely without you around. Not to mention entirely boring. It tends to be rather difficult to have a real conversation with those of the crowd I am forced to mingle with. They only wish to speak of the weather or some idle gossip while looking down their noses at everyone below their status. With her last sentence a note of disgust for her fellow nobles finds its way into her quiet voice, though a quick shake of her head rids her mind of it. A playful smirk is given to the other's last words. My thoughts exactly..though just a little bit tweaked. In my personal opinion everyone else in the Tor isn't right - in the head.
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