Madeleine watches Machia in silence. Not glaring, not sulking, not fuming, not even really staring. Just... watching. As best she can. Even when her head is turned to one side in imitation of a shy maiden (she [i]does[/i] blush, however briefly, when she feels it happen) her eyes follow back to the center of attention so she can watch the light dancing in those pools of wild magenta. 

Her ear flicks: the crosswalk is lit for them to pass. She spins on her heels and continues forward as though nothing had happened.

"Yhh r're... shho wh'eer'd."

Her tail flicks once, sharp and elegant beneath her coat. She lifts her head high, for one brief moment by her own will and not a result of the bridle. This would get weirder before it was over. No matter how hard she fought to keep her poise, Machia would find a way to ruin everything in the end. She always did. But...

There were eyes following her. Following [i]them.[/i] Before long she had no doubt there would be cameras. In a way it was exciting to wonder what the headlines on the news feeds would manage to put together come morning. Worth the laughter to know. Worth the scrutiny. She would show them all.

Because... the very annoying, very stupid fact was that Machia [i]was[/i] a magic spell. A Mystic Code to be specific, something you kept with you that rewarded you with unusual somethings if you were brave enough to trust in it. In her, rather. It didn't mean she wouldn't be out for revenge. She would. She was already eyeing the streets for her moment, just as surely as she was relishing the coming flavor of a truly excellent cup of coffee. 

It is just that. As much as she would like to complain. As much as she should be humiliated to be out in public like this... she is not. Giving up control of her mouth and neck has freed up her brain to think about how her muscles are moving. She is paying attention to tiny things, shifts in the weight of her heels and the sensations of her jawline, and yes her teeth against the metal of the bit, and the more she focuses the smoother and more wraithlike her walk becomes. 

She is becoming a shadow. That is the truth. It is almost enough to make her believe that everything is worth it.

"...I mm. Tr'shtnng yhh... whff my rr'drr. Bhht pleash yu'sh my nhhme. Shey it r'ght."