Lorelei gets barely a response which definitely wasn’t what she was expecting. A female power grip was something Lorelei had always dreamed of.. but maybe that wasn’t something to accomplish here. 

She returns to her woven mat, satisfied with the empty space left to be claimed. She wouldn’t sleep, out of precedent, but she could rest. 

Everyone seemed rather.. mysterious, short to temper, ticking time bombs. How could this ever work? What was the king thinking? 

Somehow, she had to scramble this crew together-with her as leader of course. 

She rests her head on her palms, staring up at the sky through the branches. Things weren’t even close to looking up for her. Any and all distraction gone she felt the wrenching of her heart return as she winced.