Degas shook out his arm, walking back to Rowenna, Saeryn, and Eodwine.
He bowed theatrically to Rowenna. Another time he might have hesitated, afraid of the little known woman taking his dramatics for mockery, but the laughter that lit her face made her more lovely than he had ever seen her, and he matched her with a smile.
"What think you, Rowenna?" he asked, "Will that be sufficient for now?"
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