[ Realization dawns upon her features more pronounced and apparent than before. Not only did he know of her situation, but he knows and is still willing to even speak with her about it? That leaves her with more to process than perhaps it rightly should, but she still hardly sees herself as anything of an Archon at all. Is he doing this out of some sense of goodwill towards the god of justice? Yet as far as she knew, Focalors had never met any of the Seven.

How complicated she has already made the matter in her mind is a clear sign that they probably should wait until after dinner to speak of it more, and that's what polite etiquette would have her do. Still, this is an opportunity she could have never expected to be afforded, so before they close the book on the matter— ]

No, I...I don't mind, really. To be honest, your perspective on matters might be rather refreshing, after enduring the backlash from my dear Fontanians. [ She bears them no ill will, for they only saw what was before them, a sham, and not the drama that played out behind the masquerade. ] It's more that I...

[ Hm. How to put it... ]

I am only due so much credit in a plan that was laid out masterfully by Focalors herself. She was the still the authority, the Archon, while I was a figurehead.