[She can't help giving him a bit of a look for that, half-bemused. Of course he'd want to fight the dragon. She can imagine him half-dead and smiling like an idiot.
She picks up on the shift in the air, sweet with perfume, touches of spice, the way the density of people increases, with clothes that vary from hardly there at all to layers of silken fabrics. She knows exactly where they are, even before the man so easily comments about couples.
There's a weight to having someone call them a couple. They aren't- things are too complicated for something that simple, but it's not the sort of suggestion that she feels the need to defend, either.]
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She picks up on the shift in the air, sweet with perfume, touches of spice, the way the density of people increases, with clothes that vary from hardly there at all to layers of silken fabrics. She knows exactly where they are, even before the man so easily comments about couples.
There's a weight to having someone call them a couple. They aren't- things are too complicated for something that simple, but it's not the sort of suggestion that she feels the need to defend, either.]
They're very open here, aren't they?