For the first time in so long that she could remember - she felt light. Happy, wonderful, beautiful- and wanted. He did not seem to mind her company, so far. The hope glimmered in her chest, that for once, she would not be such a burden, that she would do her family proud, and make this work. Her smile fixed so intently from the kiss, that it might never leave her face.

The chaste kiss is returned, and the meal continues. The freedom and exertion of dancing, and his appreciation and warm comfort lets her open up a little more. Finding herself able to talk, however stumbling, as different courtiers greet them, doing her best to return conversation when she could. To strike up her own conversation with those sitting near them.

That each time she turns back to find assurance in that small shared smile, giving one of her own. That now, she gives her own gladness, when she finds his hand closest to her, sitting idle, and still nervous, but intent nonetheless, she rests hers on top of his for this new connection between them.

At least until the meal is drawing to a close, and she squeezes his hand softly to gain his attention.

"I am go, now. To make ready for you." The implication clear, with the way her eyes down turn, and the little abashed smile holds. "They say - when time. To go to me."