[center][h2][color=92278f]Dot[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
And that settled that. 

Dot could count on one hand the number of deeply personal conversations she’d had in her life with [i]anyone[/i], and on two hands she could have counted all the conversations period. That said, despite the surprise and slight awkwardness, she felt things had gone…fairly well, actually. It had seemed like a cathartic moment for Liese, and although Dot didn’t really know what it felt like to make friends, she had the distinct feeling that she had, in fact, made one. That they were a child of nobility was admittedly not what she had expected, but Liese was right about one thing—in a way their circumstances were similar, and that was at least a small comfort. 

Nearly the whole squad had gathered in the common room, and Dot felt a sudden familiar pit in her gut at the idea that they were all waiting on them. There was a lingering tension in the air, but Liese didn’t notice it or, probably, wasn’t bothered. Dot only hoped it wasn’t because of them. 

[color=92278f]“Ah…uhm…what he said.”[/color]

Dining together sounded nice, really. All of her squad mates seemed like interesting people, and she was eager to get acquainted with all of them—or, well, [i]most[/i] of them. The prince still stood among them, ghostly as he was, and whatever discomfort or embarrassment she still felt was snuffed out immediately. She averted her eyes, to the ground, the other members of the squad, the doors out, anywhere but at him. 

[color=92278f]“Ready to go when you all are.”[/color]