It isn't unusual to see Gwenaëlle on the battlements; she finds her way here routinely, summoned by clear air and restlessness, an inability to settle and a need to be somewhere she can easily slip away from again if she needs to. People up here tend to have jobs, or reasons of their own for solitude; she stays mostly out of the way, and mostly isn't bothered. There are a few places she's marked out for being ideal as quiet space to work if she needs it, but...

She watches the procession, too. She doesn't wave; she doesn't have a lot of friends here. She does study the elf near her for a moment, taking in the vallaslin...the shard. Her fist clenches around her own and she thinks about how much worse it could have been, apparently.

"Did you want to go?"

A blunt question asked of a stranger, but 'Orlesian nobility' is likely to account for the presumptuousness of clearly expecting an answer.