Laelia was loving the veiw and the scent of those beautiful blossoms, her face lifting to that beautifuk wind. She.. liked this. It was quiet and peaceful. And fro.their room she had a nice veiw to watch the people below. It was so much better than being thrown I to the mass. But he began to talk and she turned, that icy gaze sliding over him as he out that nedalmeda in place. "I don't know... If I can take it." And with that she moved to that case and seemed interested. Would they have been so stupid as to leave that a possibility?<br/><br/><br/>A slender caloused hand slid out and opened that compartment then reached for that damn medallion. And the second she grew close it was like an electrical storm within their room and she ripped her hand back, hissing and stumbling away from it. "damn!" There went that option...