[Open] And she would have him, if only he were there.

[fairy_fingers]

There is a timid young French girl, dressed in the typical fashion of the Second Empire, sitting in the common room.  She found, not a trestle but a canvas and a spare one, and she's working on finishing a shirt in what can only be identified as clear colors of silver, white and gray.

She works with silent dedication, not even singing.  Sometimes

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[eldeststark]

Robb did not deliberately disobey his father! He was just walking with Grey Wind and Grey Wind led him...here. And poked his nose in the doorway, and then of course he had to go after him, and -

Not that Angelique is asking any of this.

"--my lady?"

[fairy_fingers]

She colors deeply, but the shirt is right there under his nose and -- what can she do? --- "My Lord." She stands, curtseys, very politely.

She's confused by the formality.

[eldeststark]

Mostly it's just automatic, and a moment later he almost - rushes across the room, reaches for her hands. "---Angelique," much more earnestly, with feeling.

[fairy_fingers]

She reaches back, but she had needlework in her hands, pauses awkwardly, puts it down on the couch before she slips her hands in his. "Oh, Robb..." She's flushed and a bit breathless - just seeing him made her blood run hot.

[eldeststark]

He kisses each of her hands, as soon as he has them, and smiles at her, almost radiant. Not quite, mostly because he can't shout it off the rooftops. "You look - beautiful," of course, she always does, but he wants to tell her.

[fairy_fingers]

She blushes and squeezes his hands, moving unconsciously to be closer to him. "Thank you, Robb. You look - you look well."

[eldeststark]

"I am - and you, I hope?" He deliberately does not look at the shirt, though he may be a little especially pink. "I am sorry it's taken me so long to come to you...but I couldn't stay away."

[fairy_fingers]

"No, please, don't apologize, it's -- it's alright. We shouldn't disobey." Her hands are still in his, slipped comfortably. "-- but I'm glad to see you."

[eldeststark]

"I am - very glad to see you as well," and he might - just kiss her hands again, because he can, eeee. "It's been too long..."

[fairy_fingers]

She colors deeply, and smiles, just a touch. "Much too long, Robb." She bats her eyelashes, once.

[eldeststark]

He blushes. To a ridiculous degree. "I - think so as well. I hope you haven't been - lonely..."

[fairy_fingers]

She leans a little closer to him. "It doesn't matter - I'm not now."

[eldeststark]

He might - boldly put his arms around her. "I'm glad. I never want you to be lonely, not if I can help it."

[fairy_fingers]

She snuggles him, a little, without thinking. "Don't go?"

[eldeststark]

"I'm not going anywhere..." Softly, he almost wants to kiss her, but doesn't want to impose. "I hope - I hope you haven't been just...working..."

[fairy_fingers]

Mostly, yes, but... "Oh, no. No, not at all. I made a friend..."