Eleanore was certain that it someone must have noticed how much time she spent away from the palace, but- at least so far- no one seemed to care enough to call her out on it. Still, she tried to take at least a bit of care in her comings and goings, determined to at least not be completely brazen.
It was during one such return trips, however, with her cloak hood pulled up over her head, that Eleanore turned a corner too quickly and ran straight into someone. She gave a faint oof, a small staggered step backward before she caught her balance and looked to her companion. Oh. Eleanore nodded, offering a smile. "Good evening, Bree."