Chrysabelle swallowed before answering. "Yeah, it really does suck." She really wanted to just go and hide somewhere until the whole night was over, but that would never work. Even if she decided to try, her mother had an uncanny talent for tracking her down when she didn't want to be found, and then making her pay for making herself scarce in the first place. Her parents loved her, of that she had no doubt. But that didn't stop them from being harsh. She'd learned a long time to avoid disappointing or angering them.<br/><br/>She shrugged a bit at his comment being careful about crowds. "Well, events like this," she gestured around them, "are sort of obligatory for anyone of our status. I may not like them, but that doesn't mean I don't go. That wouldn't be practical." And now she would end up going to twice as many of them, since she'd now be attending any that involved either her family or his. There was no avoiding that. Still though, it was nice that he cared about her being uncomfortable in crowds. She was rather glad that she'd shared that with him. The less parties he tried to drag her to, the better.<br/><br/>She caught the sight of her mother in her peripheral vision, gesturing about something, and glanced over. She realized she was waving her back over, and it only took her a minute to figure out why. The doors to the hall were open and people were beginning to file in, presumably for the evening's dinner. It seemed there private moment was over. "It appears we are being summoned," she said with slight humor as she gracefully rose to her feet.