Aranhil seemed to be apprehensive as Sylvia approached him, which concerned her a bit. She was doing as he wanted, & being submissive to him. She even went through the trouble of adjusting her image to be the "ideal" Elven bride. It was a bit of a pain, but pain Sylvia was willing to endure for Aranhil, if it was truly what he wanted from her. Together, the couple walked silently to the dining hall, Sylvia's handmaidens parting now that she was with her chaperon. Sylvia hated having them follow her around at all, but if she wasn't allowed to protect herself, she needed to be surrounded by sturdy dragon women that could.

At the dining hall, Sylvia politely & carefully took her seat beside Aranhil, waiting for servants to help her sit instead of sitting down herself. There was a lot of pausing for royalty to let servants wait on them, Sylvia was quickly realizing, & it was grating her nerves that she could just get it done so much faster if she did things on her own. Still, Sylvia bit back her annoyance & faced Aranhil as he spoke to her, keeping her expression patient & serene.

"This morning, I released Hoppy back into the forest," Sylvia told Aranhil as food was brought out to them, "You were right, a rabbit isn't suited for a pet, so while I appreciate your thoughtfulness, I released him so he may join the natural order once more. As for today, my tutor has agreed to see me while in this country, since there are minute things I have yet to learn about the culture here, & I possibly couldn't bother you with such a triviality. I've also informer Mr. Broan that I will not be training with him in hand-to-hand combat anymore, it takes too much of my time that I could be devoting towards more productive things."