Tuck, Blair, Portia & etc. (?)
Blair visibly relaxed when Tuck so easily waved away the storytelling, shoulders dropping smoothly - like wax dripping down a long candle. It was a silly story, wasn't it - what fairy would show pity on a poor, dying girl in the woods anyway? They'd never seemed particularly kind to her memory of what her mother told her, and she imagined that it would make more sense that their mercy was, somehow, at the girl's expense in the end anyway.
Thankfully, she wouldn't have to ruminate long on the thought. Pleasantly distracted by Tuck's singing, she slid up next to the piano with easy grace and, after finding her footing in the music, began to sing along. They were a fine matching pair in the lowlight, and for all the uncertainty and grimacing of the day, in this moment she seemed almost comfortable, even reaching a friendly arm out to gesture Portia closer.