[ Alexandrie had little expected to be alone out here— after all, the Duc de Coucy had lit the feature with such extravagance it was certain to draw more attention than hers— and so she is far more entertained than annoyed when she turns from the lights playing over the water to look at the person— elf?— who'd arrived so abruptly. ]
You need not worry over departing, [ there's music in her voice, the tone of it amused; wry in acknowledgement of his discomfiture, but not in the slightest unkind, ] I think perhaps there is enough air here for the both of us.
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You need not worry over departing, [ there's music in her voice, the tone of it amused; wry in acknowledgement of his discomfiture, but not in the slightest unkind, ] I think perhaps there is enough air here for the both of us.