Her amusement lingered in the suggestion that he was teaching her to mind what she said. Other`s had tried, her Father included, but it had been a fruitless effort. Of course, he was more than welcome to try. Lord knew she could use the skill. Her quick words often enough caused more problems than they corrected, as was the case with the Chaldean. It seemed no matter the circumstance, they were doomed to share sharp words. She was left hoping that perhaps they would find a reason to speak that did not lead either of them to being offended. It would be a relief, if nothing else.
She had enjoyed the warmth his hand had provided, but moved her own back to her side as he released it and watching him as he took the lead off the path. There was no need for concern in whether or not she would keep up with him. As curious as she was, she had no desire to be caught in her without him. Despite any assumptions that might be made, it was still easier to explain her presences in connection with his own.
The movement of his wings drew her eyes just as it did for others. Even with their movements restricted they were beautiful, outshining her own shades of violet. She had always thought so. Rather than a sense of jealousy, she regretted their recent limitations and she fought back the desire to reach out and touch a smooth feather. She did not wish to jostle them.
She was somewhat surprised at the mention of Nye, enough so that she was distracted from the appreciation of his wings. Her thoughts took a moment to consider the bouquet she had seen in the Chaldean's suites during her first visit there. She had the distinct impression that Nye already knew, but she kept that opinion to herself. There was bound to be more tension surrounding that particular interaction given the truth of the Chaldean's identity. "I shall make sure to mention it the next time I see him."
With her attention now drawn to their surroundings, Ava's eyes drifted again, lagging behind just a moment as she touched a delicate looking flower that had caught her attention. It smelled lovely, but she dared not to pick it, instead leaving it where it was before moving to catch up with Mikino. "I do not understand why this section was closed off?" she murmured, yet unsure as to it's significance. All she had seen was no different than the portion of the garden no under guard. "Solitude, perhaps?" It was not such a strange idea. Solitude was a hard thing to find in the Palace, particularly for a Queen.