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[What's forming is her new ice crystal chandelier, in the very center of the palace. It's not coming out exactly like the one she made back in The Northern Mountain (the one she made at home) - then she was working with breathless ecstasy; now there's frustration, but mostly determination that this, being brought here again, it won't hold her back.
It's beautiful handiwork either way, even if the design is somewhat more wild than her previous try, and she's just about finished when Bucky speaks up. She turns his way, and-- at first, her eyes go wide, as if she's only now remembering he's here too, that he'd come whether she wanted him to or not.]
...Sergeant? [For a second there's that old uncertainty and anxiety around him, reflected plainly on her face.]