Perfectly polite, the picture of Proper Etiquette: "Excuse me a brief moment, I should freshen up." Eleanor vanishes in a cloud of purple light. Approximately one second thereafter, there is an extended, extremely loud, girlish squeal of delight that is quite possibly emanating from the roof; at the top of its pitch, it gains some of the unnatural warbling of Eleanor's hunting shrieks.
Silence.
One second.
Ten seconds.
A cloud of light forms on Eleanor's seat again, and more or less one second later she's back, sitting in it, perfectly composed and smiling at Dedue. "There will be none required, no."
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Perfectly polite, the picture of Proper Etiquette: "Excuse me a brief moment, I should freshen up." Eleanor vanishes in a cloud of purple light. Approximately one second thereafter, there is an extended, extremely loud, girlish squeal of delight that is quite possibly emanating from the roof; at the top of its pitch, it gains some of the unnatural warbling of Eleanor's hunting shrieks.
Silence.
One second.
Ten seconds.
A cloud of light forms on Eleanor's seat again, and more or less one second later she's back, sitting in it, perfectly composed and smiling at Dedue. "There will be none required, no."