Carmilla eyes flickered towards where Mariella had brushed her hand, keeping the smile on her face. She looked back at Mariella. "I cannot abide English summer. Winter always reminds me of Russia a little, though." English summer was always horribly humid, not like Spanish summer at all. Winter in England wasn't as cold, but it still snowed, which Carmilla always appreciated.
"I came alone, the others will most likely arrive later on. Have you been having fun?" Carmilla asked, knowing that Mariella had probably been talking to the mortal and other council members.