"The lady is called Niniel, Sir" Soronume replied on her behalf, noticing her obvious discomfort at Mardath, though he himself hadn't seemed to have picked up on it.
The more Mardath spoke to them sat at the table, Soronume realised that his earlier mistake had probably been unintentional. Even so, there was something about Mardath that made Niniel uncomfortable, which was enough for that little doubt in his mind to remain. She shifted in her seat, akwardly. "My'lady?" he questionned, "are you alright?" Niniel forced a smile back to him but no words escaped her mouth.
Mardath interupted, "so that's the way it is with the two o'you is it?" He chuckled at his own comment. Even Elwen seemed to find this mildly amusing and tried to hide her smile behind her glass. Soronume shot a glance back at Mardath and Niniel blushed and turned away...
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