[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=E395B2]Colette de La Fontaine[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media2.giphy.com/media/alJBIiG3D5EZO/giphy.gif[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][color=E395B2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Kitchen -> Main Deck
[color=E395B2][b]Skills:[/b][/color] Language -English[/center][hr]

Colette could still feel herself a bit flustered, even if Silvio apologized. It was all too easy for men to assume the worst for a woman. She calmed herself down though, knowing she was in the right. Fyror remained quiet but she hoped her words reverberated with him too. He needed to understand that it was all well and good for him to help Millicent, for whatever reason he had, but that it should ultimately be Millicent's choice in the end. She aimed to give her that choice.

And she was, by no means, defenseless. She hoped she proved that to Regalia, at least. A whistle was heard from the main deck and Colette, who had finished her meal, stood up. [color=E395B2]"It seems something is happening outside. Perhaps we will be landing soon. I am eager to get off this ship and on dry land. Shall we?"[/color] She would wait for Fyror to accompany her or not, but she would make her way out on the main deck after.