"So you truly did give him a frog, Nut-Nut?" With the lilt of her voice and the softness offered by wine, it rounds out into a long murmur of 'noot-noot'. Either it is the gesture or the comfortable girlishness of Benevenuta that earned her this demotion or promotion into a deeper layer of endearment.

Though Dorian will not by any means be spared.


But for now, the comb, the tangles, and she slowly works them out with steady hands. The ring is artful, lovely, and well chosen. Benevenuta truly seems to have a gift for them. "Perhaps because you insist that you can do so in your sleep. They are merely attempting to help you find your rest."