[center][color=c4df9b][u]Dareen Kahina[/u][/color][/center] 
[center][i]front parlor[/i][/center]

Dareen opened her mouth and palm as if to say something back, but it was clear her sardonic ways went over his head. Her humor was as dry as the sands of Pruul. The law is what the Queens said. Well yes, Bellinar, she quipped silently. 'At least I have the Queen's word on my side'? Whatever.

Then she looked over at Mikhail, who offered one of those hollow platitudes that didn't help anyone ever. The problem with that advice is that it was going to eventually be under her control, so naturally she was trying to think of what she might do or say in any hypothetical scenario. Yes, it was pointless, yes, it was stressing her out, and no, being aware of these facts didn't mean she wasn't going to do it! It was either that or look at the flowers! 

Bellinar was his name, apparently. She looked between the two men and then rested her head on her palm. Oh, great. They're bantering. It seemed Bellinar had shifted his attention to something as mundane as Mihkail's pointy ears. So Dareen just sank a little further into the furniture, content to let the conversation pass her by. The witch had exactly zero interest in learning about Mikail's pointy ears.