Moonflower had been reluctant to attend this party, which was unusual for her. She usually loved being with lots of people, celebrating something (a birthday, a marriage, a victory). Parties had good food, lively conversation, and often there was dancing. She loved to dance.
But celebrations in Ishgard were a different story. The Warrior of Light could well remember the last time she’d celebrated something in Ishgardian territory; it had ended up with her being poisoned. And then there was the time that she and her late husband were having a nice, relaxing dinner with Ser Aymeric, only to be interrupted by Alisaie on death’s door. It made it difficult to relax and have fun here.
Next to her, G’raha pulled her back to reality by talking. She returned the smile wholeheartedly; even if she didn’t exactly want to be here, at least she was with G’raha. That made all the difference in the world. Tonight she dressed in her favorite green Ishgardian gown, fitting in for once. “Promise me you won’t drink anything they try giving you,” she asked softly. Her tail twitched nervously. “Please. Or at the very least, make absolutely certain there’s no poison.”
Once she had his assurance, she would move on to greet their host. But she needed his promise first.
“Eh-?” His ears flattened for a moment in the wake of Moonflower’s intense... desire to have him agree to not having any drink tonight. Unless he was certain it wasn’t poisoned...? Oh, there was a story there that part of him was so tempted to try to hear, but it was fairly obvious it wouldn’t fit with the mood of the evening. Instead he just nodded and offered her a small smile, one that he hoped would alleviate some of the anxiety she felt.
“I’m not going to leave you alone. I’m pretty sure you can check over any drink or food I’m offered.” If he was offered any directly. He wasn’t the most familiar with Ishgardian customs, or even how these social affairs occurred on the Source versus the First, but wasn’t the food set out for those who wanted to take some...?
G’raha reached out to take her hand, offering it a small squeeze of reassurance. “I’m going to be fine. I promise, I’ll look after myself.”