Irina was certain the young, white-haired lass was not going to buy that little fairy tale the woman hastily and rather hesitantly weaved, so as to throw any suspicions off the back of Lord Varros before they could even take hold, but the Princess, she was cunning, smart, and sharper than any blade Irina had ever wielded. Of course there was no way, no chance at all Crystal would believe Irina's miniscule untruth of falling in the lobby and injuring herself mildly, though for quite the agile swordswoman she was, Irina was rather clumsy at times, that she could attest for indeed, but still...it was quite clear Crystal was going to blame Varros for this bizarre and abrupt incident, and strangely, eventhough it was the man's fault Irina was left in this dismal state of disbelief, a part of her seemed to have wished Crystal did not place all blame upon the Lord of Narsil for this harmless but indeed shocking occurrence. She couldn't fathom why though she would long to spare Varros from such scrutiny. Perchance....it were those very tears he shed upon viewing the diva of the opera and the very grimace in his eyes, so full of pain, so melancholic and yet so rare for the dark man to show any emotion other than malice. Sitting there for a moment or so of silence, her smile dimmed a bit as she tried to recollect her thoughts, scrambled for the moment, but it was when her eyes returned to the Princess, tending to her instead of vice versa, Irina had caught sight of something....something to rather redden her cheeks, once Crystal furnished from her dress, more specifically from the hem of her corset, whereupon unwittingly Crystal had given Irina a short view....of the slight of her bosom. Quickly her eyes snapped away from the Princess upon this most mortifying and indeed ignoble of visions, her cheeks only blushing redder as that oh so pleasant scent of lavender caught her nose and she felt the warm touch of Crystal's handkerchief, dampened with her saliva, dabbing softly at her cheek. For some reason.....Irina could have gently closed her eyes and envisioned those tender touches of the cloth....as though the Princess' lips were upon her cheek.