Degas stopped short, floored. His mouth opened slightly as if to reply, but he was caught up in thought. His eyes had been on one girl only, two if he counted the little one on his shoulders.
He'd asked Linduial to pick out a necklace... not for Saeryn, but for herself... and she had responded that Saeryn would like a certain one that Degas had never quite managed to purchase. And then Lčođern had drawn his attention to scarves and kittens and Lin had been gone.
He looked down at her, but not condescendingly; he was simply that much taller; and he met her wide eyes quite seriously.
"There... there was a dancing girl?"
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