Vernique flashed Svalin a reassuring smile.
She gave one to Lancelot, too. Hadn't laid a hand on the fellow, as it happened; she knew how This Sort of Thing Went, in her opinion. In this kind of culture, the more enthralled they looked, the less likely they were ever going to touch you.
She'll nod confidently-looking at everyone, and head off with the others at the appointed time.
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