Reinholdt/Seloria/OPEN - Fighters Guild Exhibition
The words caught her off guard. Was that a rhyme? Had she stumbled upon a performer? Taking a moment to catch herself, she straightened up, thankfully with his help. Then shook her head when he mentioned her needing some water. "No, but thank you."
Her head was swimming with thoughts of what she'd just seen, but she couldn't be so rude as to just leave. "Are you a poet?" She turned to look at him only to see that it was the Duke. "Oh, your grace. I should not have grabbed you in the way that I did." She ducked a quick curtsy. It was a little too quick and she swooned. It was embarrassing and she was berating herself internally, though she had schooled her face.