Nahla's eyes broke out of her distant thoughts at the sound of an artist slamming into the floor. Her face lit up to it's normal self, a look of concern across her face. With a gasp, she hurries over to Soot, sheathing her dagger as she approached and offered the fallen woman a hand. "Are you alright, Miss-? Say, you're the artist the Lady Ruz brought to dinner last night, aren't you? My apologies for my most uncouth behavior!" Soot braced herself as she heard Nahla approaching. When she heard the dagger being sheathed she exhaled and rolled over with a wince. Her previously injured leg exacerbated by her scrap with Rosethal. She rolled over with a customer service smile, staring up at the Dancer. She stared blankly for a moment too long, trying to recall the events of dinner (it had fallen to the bottom of her memory, with all the excitement of the evening) "Yes! Right!" Soot replied finally, taking the offered hand "I think I have some of your performance in my sketchbook actually." As Nahla assisted Soot to her feet, mentally trying to recall if she had ever been told the artist's name, her face flushed red. She knew there was bound to be some mementos from that night, but the uncertainty of what aspects of the night before Soot had sketched away... "Oh my! I'm honored you found my performance worthy of your artistry, Miss. If you should desire a followup performance, one without such mistakes, or to serve in any way you would like for your arts, I would be ever grateful for a chance to apologize for what you bore witness to last night." Close to the artist, the lingering scent of Ruz's perfume lingered on Nahla, a scent that Soot was likely familiar with after spending a portion of the night before so close to the vizier. Soot, blushed and shuffled back, the Vizier scent lingering on her nose. "W-well yes of course. I'm sure you are quite busy with your... attending to the Sultana. But I'm certain, should the Grand Vizier find it necessary..." Soot trailed off. There was a particular potential in the dancers figure, with the right lightning.. an intricate web... the Vizier did like painting Forigners.. the welcoming arms of the church and whatnot- the painter shook her head "Yes, yes, theres a backlog of course, but I always love being able to.. uh.. capture, my fellow staff... Artistically" Soot nodded A nearly imperceptible tensing of her muscles as Soot's words leave her mouth. "Should the Grand Vizier find it necessary." The thought of the vizier having her bound and at her hand... "Yes, well, if you're busy I won't hold you up any further!" The words stumbled out in a hurried, raised voice. A panicked voice that leapt out of the throat before the mind could fully ponder them. A voice like one might hear from a dramatic, concerned person across a roof. With a bow, the Courtesan began to turn away from the artist, making her way back to the Sultana a few steps before halting. Frozen in thought for a moment, wondering if she should say it, and finally- "Oh! Madame, I'm afraid I didn't get your name!" Soot cocked her head, momentarily confused at the question. 'Oh right pleasantries' she thought "Yes, apologies, I forgot we hadn't been introduced. With our... previous meeting." Soot gripped her sketchbook softly in her bad "I go by Soot. I guess: Soot the painter..?" she chuckled to herself The courtesan nods, once again bowing deeply to the tall woman before her. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Soot. I am Nahla. I look forward to helping you in your artistic endeavors!" This time, when Nahla turns away, she continues off in a hurried fashion. She had a lot to do tonight, and she had let herself get distracted by everything that had happened. She wondered what she should bring back to Grace-of-Heaven tonight...