Thera saved her inevitable eye roll for when she was walking up the stairs to grab her own bag. She stopped at the ambassador's room, seeing him compulsively organizing his papers. "Well," she started, "so glad to have been included in the plan to kidnap the Hartnets."
Declan put his papers in the chest, sighing tiredly with a small smirk. "Thera, your flare for the dramatics is one that can rival the Maoin," he said, a lightness in his voice. "We're doing no such thing. Think of it as a public service." He straightened, walking over to the woman. "We're helping a family get reacquainted with the artistic culture this beautiful land has to offer."
She looked at him dryly. "Save it for the nobles, Declan. You'll need it. Now, hurry up. I'm not waiting all day." Thera began to leave, but quickly stopped and pointed a finger at him with a stern look. "And keep it in your pants because I don't feel like being wrapped in some political scandal!"
As soon as the mordecai left, the elf mocked her voice slightly and chuckled, as he finished packing. He shrugged on his long, violet-burgundy coat and put his collar up, taking hold of his leather-bound book and walking back downstairs. While Thera and Jackson took the bags outside to the coach, Declan decided he would converse once again with Lord and Lady Hartnet to ensure their confidence in him escorting their family was solid.
"My lord," he said, bowing his head, "my lady, you have my thanks, once again, for allowing me such wonderful company on my trip."
