[She smiles. Light. Subdued. Nigh inconspicuous. There all the same.
Her posture stiffens, or perhaps it's never really loosened to begin with, and Beatrix dips her chin in a wordless acknowledgement, inwardly pleased he's found favour with what she's picked out for him. He wishes her well and she finds that she reflects the very same feelings toward him.
Beatrix falls into habits of old, bending at the waist in a polite bow before she raises again.]
Likewise, Trahearne. If you have need of anything, you know how to reach me. I can see myself out.
DIS A WRAP WRAP, I THINK.
Her posture stiffens, or perhaps it's never really loosened to begin with, and Beatrix dips her chin in a wordless acknowledgement, inwardly pleased he's found favour with what she's picked out for him. He wishes her well and she finds that she reflects the very same feelings toward him.
Beatrix falls into habits of old, bending at the waist in a polite bow before she raises again.]
Likewise, Trahearne. If you have need of anything, you know how to reach me. I can see myself out.