Re: Esteem.
What? She had a coat. He was ousting her... Or being macho... Or... probably just trying to be thoughtful. She sighed, trying to unwind her ponytail, so to speak. Things men said to her lately had to be put through a filter first, apparently. Her smile returned at Orrin's sweet words, but her face fell again when he vowed his followthrough on the incident. Nightmare. Qiana's eyes welled and she gave a sniffle to incline it was just the chill in the air and not her heart wrenching.
"Okay, I yield," the Latina told the centaur. She would go inside. Wait, what? A slow, tiny smile came to her lips at his question, and she moved so the sun wasn't fighting Orrin for her sole gaze. Her light hair caught the palest of rose shades for a glimmer of a second. "Tonight," she nodded. That was settled. "Oh," he was going to eat at the palace, but had anyone asked him where he was sleeping? "Do you have a place to rest? I can talk to Eva about getting you a place."