[She had asked him to stay. And she had chosen there to change. If she truly wished to... she could have gone to a portion of the house that actually hid her from him fully. Or she could have asked him to close his eyes. But she didn't.

Hayame shivers just slightly, when his appraisal of the finely tatted lace makes it shift over her skin. It felt unlike anything she had ever worn. It felt scandalous. It was scandalous. But even though she blushes more noticeably at his simple but very effective phrase, even though she thinks... this is when any other person would kiss him (and she does want to, she starts to lean in)-]

The Tribune called me to an appointment today.

[It seems to come out of nowhere as her other arm moves so that she can fuss slightly with the collar of the gift she had given him more directly, smoothing down the line of the burnished yellow silk. It looked nice on him- that color. How foolish to consider, things like that, especially when she knows she might also be using such thoughts to cover her other ones, the confusion, the mixed feelings about-]

For... My meritorious service in the Oracle trials to be rewarded.

[Her tail flicks, conflicted.]

With a title.

[So he was... He was looking at a noble now, technically? Somehow?

... Did that change anything? It felt like it should, that it could, just... For who?]