Vedette liked wine, but she preferred the sweet sort of wine they served at dinner parties to ladies and sometimes even to the Prince himself. That sweet bubbly sort. The sort that reminded her of a certain cellar she'd spent a little too much time in when she worked in Faustben. Being in the castle was both welcome and a bit nerve wracking. She didn't belong here, as Ithacles hadn't wanted her here, or was angry with her. But Ulbarich had brought them here and here they sat. She was tried. But she kept herself from yawning by drinking wine. It didn't make her sleepy.
It simply calmed her nerves.
Vedette tried not to look at Ulbarich's father when he entered, it was only the thought that she was no longer a Captain which kept her in her chair when the General entered. She waved when he finally looked over and smiled politely. She missed her father. She also missed Ithunvel. Distantly she thought that might be worse for Onainat. Seeing Ulbarich and his father laughing so soon after she'd lost her own. More than a decade stood between Vedette and her father, whereas Koe had just....
She was trying not to think of it.
When Ithacles came in Vedette's thoughts kind of fell apart and she quickly stood, thankfully without the wine. But she did not bow, the moment she realized she didn't have to stand or salute, bow or otherwise she took her seat again and look the other way.
"No, we're perfectly fine." Onainat seemed to enjoy the fight last night, or the drink and food. Mostly the drink and food. "Ulbarich hardly worked up a sweat." The smile she gave was for the captain and his father. Before she looked over at Ithacles.