Even if it isn't his finest, it's a look Beleth still appreciates. Better than hers, at least, but Myr is spared from the "sweaty, nervous, and hair in disarray" look she's rocking.

Myr's answer is taken in with a thoughtful nod--Wait, shit. "Ah." Silence follows after for a few moments, while Beleth looks nervously around. They're alone for now, but anyone could wander on up, or overhear around a corner, or--being a spy in charge of spies has made Beleth only more aware of the many ways someone could overhear her, and she can't guarantee the ears, or anyone those ears reported to, would take her questions as well as Myr.

"Would you like to go on a walk with me?" She moves towards Myr, taking pains for her steps to be heavier than usual. Unusual for her, but she doesn't want him to feel like she's sneaking up on him. "I, um. I had questions. I didn't want to ask the shemlen, because...well." A light laugh, but one lacking much humor. "They can get peculiar about it, sometimes. I'd rather not misstep and find myself in a...ah. Predicament."

She likes her blood right where it is, thanks.