[She listens, perched just half a degree forward on the stone bench so as to be the picture of attentiveness. If she knows any pleasure from him knowing her name already, it's just a flicker compared to the general pleasant quality of her presence. What a novelty - to be happy, to be patient with a boy intent on talking ahead of her, to find this delightful instead of wearying.
(Consider her very pleased with herself. The Prince should be glad to know she's so recovered.)]
It matters to us, actually.
[His name. Consider her pointedly ignoring the rest of it.]
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(Consider her very pleased with herself. The Prince should be glad to know she's so recovered.)]
It matters to us, actually.
[His name. Consider her pointedly ignoring the rest of it.]