( there's an understated stillness to her, a bit more apparent when she herself is - more apparent, standing in front of him instead of shadowing gwenaëlle the way that she does. the sense of someone taking great care, always - so though the elven endearment stirs curiosity (a language she does not know well, city-bred thing that she is) the hint of interest warmly piqued is only a small thing in her expression.

gwenaëlle had instructed her to remove her mask, when she arrived, but guenievre has lived her life for a long time, now. she wears another in her skin. )

My lady is often disturbed, in the night. ( there's no hesitation, though she knows full well how thrilled gwenaëlle wouldn't be for her to share that with - anyone, but probably particularly an elf. ) I wake her, when I judge it best. Is that wise, still, with - the risks you say? Perhaps there is something I might observe to keep her safe.

( her lips press together for a moment. )