There's still a stab of guilt when she sees his fleeting expression, even this many months after she made the decision that led to both the shard and his displeasure. Maybe she should have let him talk her out of it, or at least given him the opportunity to try; but it's beyond them both, now.

"I will," she promises. It's both easy and not to forget she's done this. Gloves are nothing new to her, and she's kept part of herself locked away from strangers' eyes before. "So far nothing has changed about it." Just in case he was wondering.

As far as Tony and Wysteria go, well. She swallows, and nods, before leaning up on her toes and kissing Ellis on the cheek. "I'll do all I can to keep them safe. Despite the Provost's...everything." Difficulty at staying out of dangers' way, for starters. Wysteria is nearly as bad but. At least some of that doesn't appear to be her fault, as far as Adrasteia can tell.