U'Nunlo's eyes, canny as they are, seem all too knowing to Vigil when he raises his gaze- but the being stays quiet, their fingers working at that same rhythm they had been when Gen was playing. Seems U'Nunlo was fond of music.

Gen laughs and bounds to her calloused feet, brandishing the lute forward; "I'm off-ish-ee-uhl-lee-" She enunciates the word comically, wriggling her eyebrows to indicate it was a deliberate effort to sound clownish. "Palace Bard."

"In absence of Prospero." U'Nunlo clarifies. "Understudy position. Assistant bard. Er, instrument tuner." Gen's cheeks redden and her own embarassment burns- not so unlike Vigil's internalized feeling made flesh before him. Gen rushes at U'Nunlo in the fury of a young woman scorned, but U'Nunlo, even seated, manages to weave themself out of Gen's way with long limbed movements until U'Nunlo has somehow scaled the statue of Braedan and is hanging upside down, their legs hooked onto the statue's shoulder, their long arms waving at Gen from above. Gen can no longer maintain her fury and laughs, falling back in her boisterousness at the strange sight of U'Nunlo like this.

Regis sits down and his tail flicks in annoyance, his body language portraying that he would rather his 'tribe' be presented more honorably in this moment- but he also seems pleased and amused in his own youthful way. He growls under his breath;

"The queen is good to us, but I can smell fear. She is wary of our journey, and she does not hide her prayers; she hopes the Gods go with us on our Quest."