“Ahh,” she said, grinning. She didn’t pat me on the shoulder, but she looked very much like she wanted to. “Well, I’m looking forward to our having a proper conversation at some point, but right now, there’s too much wine in this blasted hall going tragically undrunk, which situation I am honour-bound to remedy. Excuse us, please.” And with that, she somehow corralled all three of her dais, gave Caethari an affectionate punch in the shoulder and beelined towards the nearest drinks-bearing servant.
