❝…Are you okay over there?❞
An infinitesimal gape, eyne of studded silver gazing afore turning to observe the ground which was selfsame met by poleyn-clad knee, a forthright stance acquitted for the Ænèad within whose presence she found herself humbled.
Hereafter follows an exaggerated gesticulation, the pressing of fore and middle fingers to the crease of umber brows afore elbow straightens so that the digits are outstretched towards the other. Though the display may be peculiar for any who are unfamiliar with Akkadian customs (as is far more likely than not; for what native of the Empire would venture to leave their own home?) it is of the utmost importance to this wayward warrior to observe them through genteel conduct to their full end. As she now rises to her feet, liquid gaze seeking out that of hers.