The witch glanced up in time to see the slow trail of Kennet's eyes; it was enough to make her want to preen, but she quashed the urge. Instead, she waited until his gaze had returned to her face before she shrugged, the lift of her shoulders settling off a fresh jingling of moving metal.
"Most of my companions," she clarified, stepping out of the pattern she had been pacing in to return to the table. There, she drained her glass a second time and set it aside. An easy shift, and Elia was perched on the Djinn's thigh, one of her arms curling familiarly around his neck. "I suppose I'll always have you, hmm? And you're stuck with me for the foreseeable future.