It was a relief to have Lyra her friend, not the handmaiden peek out; after all Dawn was thoroughly sick of being a Princess most of the time. But she did understand that Lyranna had to please her father, had to make him think that she was entirely a proper lady's maid of sorts to keep the position, and dancing on attendance to her father's will was not something Dawn envied anyone. And the words her friend spoke reached inside to the Dawn that was simply a twenty eight year old woman thrust into a situation she hardly knew what to do in and was grasping for how to handle it.<br/><br/>The blond moved toward the bed, kicking off her heels with a grateful sigh even as she shifted, trying to reach to undo the buttons of her gown and of course not being able to reach them even as she considered Lyra's words carefully. "I grew as a modern woman, and my choices then help me now, I thank the Lord...er Goddess that I chose to be a political reporter, it stands me in good stead now, at least I'm not lost by all the politics."<br/><br/>She moved in whatever way her companion gestured for her to, to help get herself out of the glamorous dress. "What I feel is right? That is what I am doing, what is right for the Seelie, what I think the Goddess wants me to do, not that I'm all too sure on that, and what I think will see me safe and living, along with all of you...yes I'm doing that. Father has warned me over and over if I mess up it could cost a lot of lives, I know what's at stake." Her shoulders slumped slightly then, eyes fluttering shut as she finally truly let her will relax and admitted to herself what her heart wanted.<br/><br/>"What my heart wants? That's completely different, sometimes I just want to run back to the modern world, back to D.C., or Maine, to try and fine my human dad. I want Connal to relax and let me be me, I want Gywdion to honestly answer my questions sometimes, I want Roarke to ...be himself and not make me feel like I'm made of glass, I want Fionn to trust me...I want...I want...." she sighed, trailing off. "But the heart doesn't always matter, and even though it may hurt and sting, what the men do, the fact Pa is missing...I can't do anything about that, I'm all too aware of it." She laughed then, soft, bitter "Its funny, I would say I am all too aware of how human I am but I'm not even that."<br/><br/>Dawn moved her arms to aid with the removal of her gown, allowing Lyra to help her step out of it and then paused, clad only in the plain white undergarments that had lain beneath. A lacy bra trimmed with little bows here and there, thin panties and of course, a requirement it seemed since she had come to the sithern, a garter belt with stockings. She glanced at herself in the mirror, frowning as she turned her thoughts to the man she would be going to spend the evening with. What sort of outfit should she wear for him? Somehow the pristine white of her lacy underthings, which would have likely delighted Fionn or Connal, did not seem right. "What does one wear to a...assignation?" She mused outloud.