Eira stayed put, though -- gradually -- relaxed her sword fully back into its scabbard once it became clear Esserea was no threat. And while she<i>had</i>reddened a bit at Mirri's untranslated-but-not-wholly-misunderstood whispers, and breathed a subtle sigh of relief when the little faerie had left her for W'ineton's shoulder, she held her tongue through the catching-up between the others for all that her brows arched in ill-disguised wonder as they spoke of Dementia and the Kaiser.<br/><br/>At length, she forced a small smile back to pale lips.<span style="color: magenta">"I'm afraid I don't have much talent for music,"</span>she answered Mirri.<span style="color: magenta">"Dance, perhaps, but it's been years, and I doubt anyone aboard is familiar with Dvergar court music. So no lutes for me, little one. But I'd be delighted to dine. Perhaps I ought to fetch Horgar? He'll forget to feed himself working on that bucket of bolts all night if I don't..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>