Re: Pretty things...
Qiana could only smile gratefully at Skadi's grace in handling her answer to the queen. Her hair, which had shot through with a streak of dark pink in relation to the embarrassment she'd dealt herself, finally went back to how she'd intended the color to look. As Skadi spoke again, Tress readjusted her breathing and nodded, admittedly feeling a bit jittery now. Lunch might help. "I am," she confirmed, properly, but didn't assume to thank the queen for a meal that hadn't technically been offered (yikes). "You've been so warm in your welcome, your highness, I'm glad I called on you."
And she was happy to see Orrin, who was being oddly quiet. He was at work, though, she reasoned to herself as the queen stood and came to lead her (hopefully to noms).