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He put a damper on her antics, which made her briefly draw back and pout. Some quick words about puppies that brought a surprising cheer back to her features, a smile and the fanning of her ears — but Camilla was out of the loop on her own biology and didn't understand that he was asking for permission on her behalf, that she'd agreed to something more than just making him happy. It was her job to keep her husband happy, and that's all she cared about - but if he wanted more, she'd do that too. For the time being she stopped preening at him, but seemed antsy where she sat.

Then there was Quixote — that nice man who had offered to help her, which made him a friend. A momentary lapse in her thoughts made Camilla think, maybe, Phox was trading her away. A sharp doubt that came and went, as many of her thoughts did. She reminded herself that Phox was related to Raven by blood and so, there was no reason to trade for her. This wasn't an outfit of the Company, she was safe, this was okay, Phox was here — Phox was her's.

She watched their exchange and when Phox was finished his question, she leaned in to him, blissful and stupid.