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Royal Eagle. Reverie flushed and fell silent, though secretly she was grateful for the intrusion. All at once her anger deflated, and she was left with only rueful frustration to draw on. In some ways it was enough.

No, no - that's alright. That's just my brother. You can ignore him, Reverie's tone was softer for the woman. Sunspot was all but forgotten for a moment; she stepped past him to greet Royal Eagle, casting him only a brief glance meant as a warning.

Are you alright? Do you need something? She couldn't help her concern. Reverie hadn't thought to see the gilded woman again, certainly not with such a large group nearby. Yet here she was. Why?