Put that down, it's not a toy

Her grin widened, eyes relieved to have someone else than Mica to complain to. And the perfume she pretended to gag, hand coming to cover her mouth. Dear gods, there is not enough to cover some of the stench. It’s like some have never been near a bath house in their life.

The amusement was short-lived as their talk continued, shrugging her brows Adaria hummed in agreement. Yes, likely for the best. If they had an identity, one might expect them to gain a following, but they seem to be content remaining unknown. As you say, rebuilding, recruiting and regaining our strength is the priority.

Pausing to collect her thoughts, Adaria fixed her gaze elsewhere, straightening despite her reclined form. His name is Rafael Acosta. And Yes, he is… someone to me. There was a coldness in her gaze, icy and sharp, leaving deeper questions off the table. I mentioned to him an introduction. Not involvement, but to have an awareness of one another. If Raphy involved himself accidentally, how was she to protect him?

Pleased that she had a fellow accomplice, the Princess snickered wickedly. Then, dear Ringmaster, I cannot wait to see what acts of pure sabotage you and the circus bring to town.

It was sudden, how quickly the mood again shifted. There was a hesitancy before Addy leaned in towards his council. A familiarity in the action. Her father used to speak to her in such a way. A mixture of emotions passed through her face while digesting his words. Jaw quivering slightly until it quickly smoothed again to lift her chin and nod. We do and I promise, I won’t, but I may need you to occasionally remind me. The secret would remain with her and while she had partially confessed to Rafael, Adaria was confident that current circumstances took precedence than a passing comment said out of exhaustion and fatigue.

@Zevran Arainai