"Well, there is one other matter I still wished to raise while you are here. The main gate."
"Mhm. I had wondered if we would get to that or if my Qat had already made promises in my stead."
"I wouldn't make any that needed to be discussed with you."
One of Elua's hands found their way up into that very loyal woman's hair, working a slow twist into and out of it quite like how Onya used to pull and tug on it as an infant. However, that action did not need her to stare at what she was doing, merely to enjoy the tactile nature of its texture, so her attention remained quite 'politely' on Navuill all the while. Even as the small, idle motion reminded the raven-haired man just how settled into their personal world she could become.
"So? What of it?"
