"I merely recognized your family insignia and recalled our brief acquaintance at the competition. So, I stopped to say hello."
'Thank the Silver I married this man and ended up here right now…'
Zyris prayed gratefully in her heart - an organ that was ready to explode from being so close to her idol - that Meyran had been persistent and patient with her years ago. That husband made his way outside just before the Dame Talcres could respond. His expression showed a *normal* amount of respect.
Without the fawning quality of his wife's… overly jubilant breathing.
"We're honored by your visit even if it was meant to be short, Lady Iralev. Please, at least accept some tea. It does look like you've had a long journey."
