[ she arrives at the Grand Hall with a cautious mindset, careful and keeping to herself, mostly talking to those she knows — but slowly, it ebbs away, to be replaced with something more light, cheery. that perhaps this night, she can have fun, a ball like she never truly got to experience in King's Landing.

and so when a man so big he reminds her of Sandor Clegane (briefly, only briefly, for when he speaks it is far from the gruff, clipped tones of the Hound), instead of being on guard, she holds her black dress as she curtseys with a light laugh. ]

I must disappoint you, ser, as I am not a princess... and so you're doing me the honour of asking me. [ and then, as she straightens, ] I would love to dance with you. [ once, her laugh may have been unkind — now, her smile is warm and genuine. she knows how to tell empty words apart from those that are meant, now, and something that is truly meant should be answered in kind. ]