Vedette opened her mouth when Skandra started cursing at Ithacles, but when she looked towards the Prince he was smiling. A joke maybe? Still, no less insulting to her position in Faustben. The queen was not a bitch, thus Ithacles was not a son of a bitch. Vedette looked sourly at Skandra, just as his jailer was. But still he was let out without too much of an argument. Lethe meant to keep him here? She could see why, if his language was a hint, or how annoying he was towards his jailer. if it'd been her she would have demanded a writ from Ithunvel himself, and damn Ithacles. Captains should not be spoken to in such a way.
Maybe she just didn't understand him, maybe it was his way. Ithacles at least seemed amused, even without the aid of the alcohol she'd denied him all day. Suddenly she wanted a drink. Tired of walking all around the kingdom, tired of meeting jailers and going on tours. Vedette stepped out of their way and stood behind Ithacles so he could greet his friend.
"Lord Ithunvel."
She corrected Skandra sternly. If there was one thing that Vedette did not like is when people called the king so plainly. The king who saved her from certain death. The king whom took her in and gave her a home when she had none. Who gave her a purpose.
She crossed her arms and looked squarely at the jailer, who looked as displeased as she did suddenly.