Another small, graceful shrug, and Delia reaches up to touch the large, smooth garnet resting just above her breasts. It could be a nervous habit, but then again, it might not be.

To cover it, Delia gives Alanna a small, cheeky smile; very different from her normal ones. "For playing into your Prince's hands so much. I fear I have given him much to mock you for, and that was not my intent."