[Her usual detached wryness is somewhat ruined by the way her voice has gone hoarse. She desperately wants a drink of water, but pride keeps her in the hallway. At her feet, unseen, her Umberon pads away, heading into the ballroom proper.
It's working, at least-- she can feel herself growing more light-headed, even if it's only from the fumes.]
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[Her usual detached wryness is somewhat ruined by the way her voice has gone hoarse. She desperately wants a drink of water, but pride keeps her in the hallway. At her feet, unseen, her Umberon pads away, heading into the ballroom proper.
It's working, at least-- she can feel herself growing more light-headed, even if it's only from the fumes.]