Elvira glanced back at the young mage, but avoided eye contact. Her focus turned to the Peony, even as the others began to speak about their week. The corners of Elvira's mouth twitched at the comment about Fighters. She paused before responding, straddling between the line of looking like a spineless sycophant and coming off too defensive. She agreed for the most part that many of her guildmates were buffoons with swords, but did not feel proper making that comment in the company of Aspel. Instead, Elvira smiled at the jabs, nodded and laughed softly as if she was unrattled.
"Oh?" she asked. The countess' errand caught her attention. "My week was the usual." Between her duties to the church and the guild, Elvira did not have much time to herself.