Northstar Vale it's all water under the bridge now

Deep down, this entire affair was wretched and unnatural to Hime. She was opportunistic of course - taking care to bat her lashes or flush her cheeks or steal glances where such behavior may benefit her. Playing such games could aid her down the line; she needed allies in this Empire, and a wayward girl afflicted with sexual frustration was as convenient as any man. 

A small twist to the corners of her mouth as she hears Saarthal's quip. Softly she draws her face closer to the pale woman and seems to investigate the plush of her fur, her breath a whisper, as if she wants to touch her but is conflicted. Hime draws back at the last moment, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of embarrassment, curiosity, and a bashful sort of mischief, and then steps away.

Not always. She murmurs softly over her shoulder in Reiko's lilting voice, departing from her present company as if she has somewhere else she must be; but as she gets further, she pauses and glimpses back, stealing a final glance before prancing away.