Re: After the show; Backstage
She didn't smoke, but she took the cigarette anyway, lit it and held it between her lips without actually smoking it. "I think he needs some warming up first. I'm making him read to me," she said with a smile. "Baby steps, Varian." It was a requirement of the job to be what other people wanted you to be, that was for certain, but Wren was never particularly good at that. She was too open, too entirely herself, even when she was giving others what they wanted. It was, she knew, why she would never live in Aubade, why she'd never retire on her earnings. But she was who she was, and she wasn't interested in changing that.
She smiled adoringly at Varian. "And you'll make me look terrible. He'll take one look at you, and you'll get the job instead of me." It was obvious she meant it.