[her eyes widen as she kind of gets what he's trying to tell her. she doesn't fully understand sign language, but she knows enough to get the general gist; in addition to her intuition, it's probably something she learned a little bit about in an etiquette or policies class, or something of the sort. she'd have thought that would have been something her advisers told her before the two had set off together... hm. in any case, her expression quickly turns apologetic, perhaps with an extra hint of embarrassment persisting from before the revelation.]
I... I didn't know—I'm sorry.
[she doesn't even question it; the reason, to her, isn't important. frowning a bit, she then looks around the area, as if searching for something. she stands up and walks over to the lone desk on the other side of the room, making a small noise of frustration; it seems that she didn't find what she was looking for. she's lost in thought for a second or two before she turns back to him—she's still visibly worried, but at least she looks like she wants to help. she's always put others' needs before her own, after all. it's not exactly the best trait for an heiress apparent to have, but... well, who cares about that now?]
Should I look for some parchment and a quill for you? If that would help—the innkeeper should have something like that at the front...
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[her eyes widen as she kind of gets what he's trying to tell her. she doesn't fully understand sign language, but she knows enough to get the general gist; in addition to her intuition, it's probably something she learned a little bit about in an etiquette or policies class, or something of the sort. she'd have thought that would have been something her advisers told her before the two had set off together... hm. in any case, her expression quickly turns apologetic, perhaps with an extra hint of embarrassment persisting from before the revelation.]
I... I didn't know—I'm sorry.
[she doesn't even question it; the reason, to her, isn't important. frowning a bit, she then looks around the area, as if searching for something. she stands up and walks over to the lone desk on the other side of the room, making a small noise of frustration; it seems that she didn't find what she was looking for. she's lost in thought for a second or two before she turns back to him—she's still visibly worried, but at least she looks like she wants to help. she's always put others' needs before her own, after all. it's not exactly the best trait for an heiress apparent to have, but... well, who cares about that now?]
Should I look for some parchment and a quill for you? If that would help—the innkeeper should have something like that at the front...