Illi nodded and smiled and gave brief "mmhmms" as Lady Penselton kept speaking without delay. She even dragged Davishire into the conversation without a second thought. And, unfortunately, neither of them were able to escape the lady until dinner was announced.
She curtsied to the lady, as she thought was necessary, and even she couldn't hide her relief at Penselton's absense. "Yes, indeed," Illi responded with a small laugh. Then, a little hesitantly, she added, "I'm afraid I do not know any one around my age here, however, ignoring your absolutely lovely sister. Is there someone you would recommend me to sit by?" If she wasn't so hungry (and the occasion of this party was not Davishire's birthday), she might have tried to sneak off to the library instead. But, alas, it seemed some socializing was in order—and if that needed to be the case, as it was, she'd rather sit by some girls her age than her mother's older friends.