Elowen stands rigid, hands clasped behind her back, eyes fixed ahead. Her jaw tightens when you snap her out of her haze, her normally sharp gaze softening the moment you speak. Her heart pounds too loudly, she shifts her weight, fingers twitching, fighting to keep her expression neutral. Her eyes flicker to your lips, her pupils dilating at the filthy thoughts that fill her mind. She shakes her head “Sorry what?” she says informally as you have to remind her again to be engaged. “I mean- sorry princess, I was distracted, forgive me” she corrects, he breath short, cheeks flushed.