For the first few steps, she had been thinking very hard—thinking forward, to the points which will have to be done differently than she is used to, but also because let's be frank: it's been a number of years since last she had the opportunity to dance this particular reel, and without even the uneven music of the courtyard it feels less like reflex and more like a thing she must actively arrange in her head. Still, once they've made their way through the first few movements, the stiffness of her arm has begun to relent and the seriously thoughtful line between her brow has eased. This suggestion, made as Ellis stoops under her arm, achieves what must be part of its desired effect: she laughs, then scoffs.

"Mister Ellis, you've asked me to teach you a silly Kalvadan dance. It wouldn't be properly Kalvadan if I were to lead you about the whole time. No, I'm afraid it won't do. And there is a point coming up here where the lead is important, so pay careful attention."

Her lead the whole way through. Honestly.

With a great rolling of eyes, Wysteria carts him along through the next movement. It's not in actuality at all complicated, merely inconvenient given one handhold—her high on her toes so she might turn him under her arm first in one direction, and then reversing him back again. The whole arrangement is slightly absurd, less for her lack of a second hand and more for how far Ellis is required to bend his head. Silly Kalvadan dance indeed.