Her face hidden for a moment, as her head lowered just slightly, her neck was bared further, in a very old gesture of begging forgiveness. She cringed feeling the difference in the room, and knowing that, even if for just moments, she'd displeased him. She feared her death less than she disliked upsetting him. But to speak wouldn't do.
The lord relented on his own, and seemed content with the news she had brought before him. She might have continued to feel badly for having upset her lord, had it not been for the bestowing of his gift of safety. He was no longer angry with her. A knot that had curled itself in her stomach loosened.
She rested her fingertips upon the floor in front of her, bowing her head once more. The bow is feminine and graceful. She rises to her feet just as sinuously, her dark head turning to the direction of the source of the growl. She would have liked to stay a little longer, but that foul tempered beast couldn't figure something simple out.
Her eyes had narrowed for just one moment, before her face smoothed again. She looked at the lord, giving a brief nod of her head. "I have faith that no beast could overcome you. You will be his Master. The better it will be." She returned the cloak to her hand, wrapping it about her form, and returning the hood over her head.
With only her mouth visible, she made a motion as if kissing her hand, and sending the kiss his way. It was no grand gesture. It was small and charming, much like the woman herself. But it was habit, no less. To a louder repeat of that growl, she stepped through the portal, and had moved away from the place that held danger.
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