Estelle watched the play of emotion across the young woman's delicate features. Something she'd learned at her grandfather's side - how to watch, and wait. Patience and watchfulness were underrated virtues among those who would lead men, and those who would kill them. More men had died due to impatience and carelessness, he'd told her, than by sword or spear or the bloody flux that stalked every army.

The smile didn't waver, even as her eyes caught every movement. The flick of the gaze, the shifting of the weight. Thoughts and considerations in the balance, a decision being made. It wasn't much different from reading your opponent in a duel. And if you were patient, and watchful, and you waited long enough, they'd make their move. 

Of course, sometimes you could press the move a little. Show a little of your own intention, to provoke their action.

"I'm truly sorry, my lady," Estelle said, hand still held out, unwavering. "I'd rather not press you so hard, but a wiser head than mine has warned of the dire fates to come if you are not brought into the light. On your choice hangs the fate of all Delicana, and the world beyond. Destiny calls... milady Leah."

The name that she hadn't given, falling from Estelle's lips. Her true name.