"You are quite welcome, Juliette," Genevieve replied, taking a sip of her tea once it had been poured. "Though I do suppose I must thank you for the lovely company." It had occurred to her upon seeing Juliette with the Demiels that the girl's ability to attend Quenten's sleepover would be unlikely without some sort of assistance, and it had been quite some time since they had had any time together. It was rather unfortunate; with the current shortage of supplies, Genevieve had been spending more time than she preferred finding creative ways in which to replenish the tavern at minimal cost. Her contacts had served her well, but such constant attention was tiring.
She pushed the platter of sandwiches closer to Juliette with a smile, taking one for herself. The girl looked rather thin, something Genevieve had noticed with some alarm at the engagement party, and she knew Lady Demiel's tendency to serve minimal portions at mealtime. It was rather frustrating that the woman could not understand the needs of a growing child, let alone a growing child that numbered among the Fighter's Guild.
"Have you been well, Juliette?" It was, perhaps, a difficult question. She knew the girl kept to herself in many a situation, and Genevieve had been working to get her to open up, at least a little. It would not do to have Juliette bottle everything up; it was a fact that Genevieve herself had taken some time to learn. Briefly, she thought of contacting Aspel and Azalea, but dismissed the thought; surely her friends were busy.
Perhaps she had not learned that lesson as well as she had thought.