"Fled the scene of your heartbreak laden down with a number of your valuables," Benevenuta supplies, "and you've been doing your best to brazen out the embarrassment of the affair since, but you are so terribly proud, of course, you can't bear to discuss it. So you simply discuss as little as possible, to avoid the risk."

An appraising look, then; yes. If nothing else, it should dovetail neatly with the way Kaisa might carry herself - already poking fun at the foibles of the upper-classes, it might well injure her pride a little to be wrestled into a gown and expected to defer, to care about the rules of engagement (of etiquette - but truly it is only a different form of conflict, a prettier one no less dangerous) that are so easily dismissed as noble nonsense. Let her own unease reinforce the story-- a sleight of hand, wearing one own's skin as disguise.

(There is nothing Benevenuta considers too sacred to be cannibalized to cause.)

"We," to Bethany, "as her companions, will be keeping her spirits up and, of course, gossiping rampantly behind her back given the opportunity. As long as you hew to the simplest parts of the story - the tales we spin should not be too closely identical. Nothing will raise suspicion quicker more than too much consistency. It begins to sound rehearsed."

Generally, because it is.