He could hardly remember the last time he had felt so, right. His hair was washed combed and cut, he wore his crimson dress shirt with black slacks that were tailored to fit his form. He could stand even Elizabeth's overly obsessive controlling inspections with how he stood tonight. waving off Jeremy as the council made their demands he glanced across at the young women and wondered how they had been selected. One was practically drooling as if he were trying to draw her in and the other perhaps she knew the danger she was in, glancing at the man beside him and his escort who seemed more than hesitant to depart. "Are you going to make it through this brother?" He asked lightly wondering if the man who looked as though he was fresh from the change would be the fastest end to a treaty in history.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Walking into the room had felt like walking down the hall to death row like in the movies, but as the escorts were asked to leave he held on to Cole's hand a moment extra, Jenn had asked her brother to act as Cassandra's escort as a comfort. Releasing his hand as the council made it clear, she said a soft thank you before once again glancing across the room to the two men, one seemed well put together and ready to actually try to make the treaty work, the other if she wasn't mistaken he looked like he was suffering, and the fact that he only seemed interested in the floor was odd as the other man was studying them.<span style="font-style: italic">one looks at us as though we are his next meal the other acts as though he wishes to avoid us to keep from eating us, are we dead already?</span>Trying to hide her trembling hands she locked her fingers behind her back standing proud in her favorite blue jeans and  long sleeve shirt with flared sleeves so her hands were almost hidden. she turned her attention to the council at the front of the room.