It was Cece's turn to tilt her head a little when the secretary compared the place to Castyll. "I've never been," Cece declared. "Though I hear it's lovely." It made sense for a Aurellian to compare their small town to the closest city, but honestly, was Castyll really a city compared to Belailles?
Cece suspected not, but didn't say so out of politeness. Instead, she bobbed her head once. "Certainly, I'll tell him." She juggled the pictures awkwardly in her hands. "Is there perhaps... a basket or something I could put all of this in? I don't wish for anything to get broken."