Upon her own, Cyrille found Aerylinne's vibrant emerald eyes to be locked, practically gleaming as the wheels turned in her mind. With her arm in Cyrille's possession, the young Esther heiress couldn't help but display a hint of a smirk. There was a moment of uncertainty in which she knew not which path Cyrille would take, but it promised an interesting night for her. Her heart set a rising rhythm as she thought about crossing swords with her guardian, vying for dominance. At this point, the urge to fight the burly madame d'Amoure was intensifying to the point of matching her desire to be friend the woman. However, the sincerity of her smile defused her brewing lust for battle.<br/><br/>Aerylinne let slip a girlish giggle as she was lifted to the woman's shoulders, legs dangling freely beneath her. There was an element of discomfort, but mostly she was enveloped in the strangeness of it all. The sensation of being atop someone's shoulder, at this age, in this time and place, it rendered her momentarily dumbfounded. However, she soon regained herself, delighting in the absurdity of it all, and the view. "I'm thrilled you understand, madame." She chimed, gently shuffling about to ensure a more comfortable ride, her posterior remarkably, yet imaginably soft. "Onward, trusty steed~" She teased, unable to help herself in such a ridiculous situation. She was grateful of the lift, however, glad to be off her feet once more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>