[She should probably talk to him about the fight this morning.
But... it's such a beautiful night, and she really doesn't want to ruin it. She can report it tomorrow, right? Maybe Arianna already has.
Standing a few feet away, she shifts from one foot to the other, trying to decide what to do. She's wearing one of her new dresses, and her hair's loose and, unusually, a bit wavy. She'd almost look pretty, if it weren't for that agonized expression on her face.]