Lenally couldn't help but feel badly for Gerrard to have lost his father. Granted, her own could be very strict and unwavering, but he was still her father and she did love him. She felt a pit in her stomach just knowing that one day her parents would be gone.<br/><br/>She looked toward Gerrard and for once managed a sympathetic gaze, her eyes conveying her condolences across the room from where she sat. She noticed Queen Lyssa linger on both her and Gerrard, and felt the pit in her stomach grow as she knew with a fair amount confidence what the peace talks would entail. She quickly returned her gaze to her lap, instead remembering Exile's sweet singing and Lorenso's dance.<br/><br/>She felt a little strange thinking about Lorenso, finding herself remembering the oddest things. The slight scratch of a slight beard, the way he'd held her as they danced....for the life of her she couldn't quite imagine why she would think on them. Shrugging it off, she reminded herself that for behaving well she'd be allowed to have fun in the morning. That made her smile a little, but she made certain not to smile too widely for fear someone would mistake her joy for the wrong thing entirely.<br/><br/>She also thought on Gerrard. She couldn't help feeling like she had accomplished making him angry by dancing with Lorenso. His attitude, his vulgar comments...she eagerly awaited the day when she could present him with a token of her esteem. A black eye.....or maybe a broken rib or two. Or both.<br/><br/>