She fusses briefly with the collar of the embroidered bright red half cape and how it lies about her shoulders and then, kicking out her boots, springs decisively up onto her feet. Her skirts and trailing edge of the cape have collected a prodigious amount of hay, which she knocks (or irritably picks) briskly free before offering her crooked elbow to him.
A pause, in which Ellis tugs on his own coat, tucks his Satinalia gifts under one arm, plucks two lingering bits of straw from the hip of her skirt, and then—
"Yes," he tells her, offering her his elbow. It's still a little less natural a gesture on him than it would be on another, but it's offered none the less. "Let's see you off on your business."
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She fusses briefly with the collar of the embroidered bright red half cape and how it lies about her shoulders and then, kicking out her boots, springs decisively up onto her feet. Her skirts and trailing edge of the cape have collected a prodigious amount of hay, which she knocks (or irritably picks) briskly free before offering her crooked elbow to him.
"Shall we, Mr. Ellis?"
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"Yes," he tells her, offering her his elbow. It's still a little less natural a gesture on him than it would be on another, but it's offered none the less. "Let's see you off on your business."