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Eila wasn't a big fan of Ceolfric.

She didn't respond to his statement right away as Cerric's response seemed more important, but she did manage to give a rather tight-lipped smile. Of course, one didn't necessitate with those in the upper echelon to understand that she was not amused by his remark, but she was still a lady and to award such behavior with a response was counterintuitive. That, and...she hadn't a clue how to make a riposte to that anyway. Was it truly so strange to be a law-abiding citizen? Was Ceolfric the norm and she the exceptional? No, this was but a sample of the common folk, albeit even surrounded by the lessers she seemed to be in unique company.

And Cerric was...truly the most unique of them all. She couldn't figure him out but she was ashamed to admit it wouldn't be the first time. Her mannerisms were, of course, fit to perfection, but socialization could be quite strenuous. She fit in at any party, sure, but ever since she stepped foot out of the hotel she was swarmed with new experiences; her walking companions were just the tip of the iceberg, it would seem.

Aleka summed it up well and Eila assumed that would simply be the way of things. Alright, she could adjust. Probably. Or at least, she thought she could until Vivian's announcement. It was difficult [i]not[/i] to raise an eyebrow at such a thing--never mind the fact that the Lord was actually [i]here[/i] as for some reason, she hadn't expected that--but she found herself interested. Her eyes instinctively looked to Kyreth to measure his reaction, but her thoughts halted in place as she looked him up and down. She tried not to judge by appearance, but it was really only now that she realized her initial guess of his...homely appearance was too generously labelled. And he was going to meet Lord Mystralath himself! 

She shouldn't interfere. It would reflect poorly.

Her hand flew up to her chest as she suppressed a noise. Surely, the lord was used to colorful characters from all walks of life. And yet, something tugged at her heartstrings. Perhaps it was the quietness of the boy, or some long-forgotten sympathy--Goddess knows even she would be caught off guard at such a request. But he couldn't go meet the master of the Bounty House like that! As her fingers brushed the edge of her cloak, however, she realized what he needed.

Despite hearing her mannerism tutor berate her in the back of her mind, Eila stepped in front of Kyreth to prevent him form going forward. [color=palegreen]"Forgive the rudeness,"[/color] She said as her hands unclasped her cloak, taking it and offering it to him. [color=palegreen]"Why don't you use this? It isn't every day one can meet with an esteemed figure, after all!"[/color] 

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