[ The moment kind of reminds her how her maids fussed and cooed over her -- brushing her hair, applying salves to her hands and perfumed oils on her neck and wrists, and adorning her with the heavy jewelry so as she also looks the goddess, and not the scruffy little girl from a small town in Italy. It was something she did not think she missed...
She pouts pensively against Ava's touch -- ] Mm-- will you help me choose lip color sometime?