"Perhaps," Elinor replied softly to Lucca. "Perhaps it is alright to worry, but being seen to worry is an entirely different matter, is it not?" She didn't sigh then, even though she really rather wanted to.<br/>"But yes, a glass of wine would be quite welcome now. Just a glass, though," she added with a faint little smile. "There's no need to get carried away just yet."<br/><br/>Then her eyes fell on the big, big woman in the feather cloak and her attention was suddenly elsewhere.<br/>She might know that she wouldn't get to enjoy any, that there was an arranged list of suitable and politically useful men somewhere that she would maybe get to choose from, but she definitely liked women and she just as definitely appreciated the big ones and ... wait, she recognised the woman the big woman in bone and black feathers was talking to, and the hardness came right back to her usually gentle eyes. This time, though, it wasn't there to hide behind.<br/><br/>"So yes," she continued, her voice clipped. "Wine would be very good now."