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Dinner is always a noisy affair at castle Din-Gonwy. Angela found that out last night at her first one ever, when she was the centre of attention for all of five minutes until the main crowd accepted Melou's story of where she came from and who she was, and then got distracted by something else.

Tonight's meal isn't shaping up to be much different, except there's less whispering and more friendly (or indifferent) smiles given Angie's way.

They're seated not quite in the middle of the table, closer to the head. Melou passes her a glass of wine and smiles.

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She grins back and takes the wine from him. "What is the horse like, then?"

She's so looking forward to this.

"He's a big, grey horse, older too. Sire of mine, actually, but he's nice and relaxed. Good for learning on." He nods and takes a bite of bread.

"That sounds good. Still a little nervous about it, but I'll be with you, so I'll be okay."

She grins and looks down at her plate, which is emptying slowly. There's a dog leaning on her leg, begging for food.

Dogs definitely never change.

It's a large dog, a hunting dog, but there's food and people and it's on its best behaviour.

It's also only a puppy, really. Melou tosses it the last of his meat.

"Trust me, you'll do fine. It's easy." He grins at her. "Almost done?"

She nods, and pets the dog, who is eating happily. "Yes," she says, pushing away her plate slightly. Her wine is about half-gone too.

"I think I've had enough."

Still watching everything, oblivious to anyone who might look at her and comment on 'that odd, dreamy girl Melou brought home'.

Others are gradually starting to leave the table and mingle about the room. Melou stands and holds his hand out to her.

"All right. We can go and sit and relax for a bit, then."

Angela gets up, wavers just a little till she gets used to being upright again, then grins. She's not used to drinking at all.

As long as I'm with you, I'll be okay.

She stays very close to him, not precisely leaning. At least she can walk. But...it's just nice to be close. She feels so safe here.

Melou puts an arm around her waist as they walk, partly to help her along but mostly as a gesture of possession. He finds a chair that's a little out of the way, although still with a good view of the room, and sits, tugging her into his lap.

"How're you feeling?" He asks, nuzzling her cheek.

Angela blushes, and puts an arm around his shoulders. "I'm feeling really good, actually. Relaxed."

And a little tipsy, of course, because she really isn't used to wine at all. She's not looking around the room so much as she's looking at him now, and she kisses his cheek.

"You look happy." He observes, giving her a quick kiss. "I like it when you're happy."

"Me too. I feel safe."

It probably wasn't, but Angela can trust in an illusion if it's a particularly good one. And Angela is not very quick to want to put on the target that she seems to wear at Milliways.

"Plus, you're here, so...happy."

"Yeah, no getting away from me here." He grins and kisses her again. Same behaviour as in Milliways, but here, it has more than one reason.

"Gonna watch me train in the morning?"

She grins. "Yes. I'm going to get out of bed at the same time you do, and I'll come watch."

She kisses back. It doesn't seem to be a thing that he minds doing in front of people, and Angela's inhibitions are lowered sufficiently enough that she doesn't mind much, either.

"I'll hide somewhere, and stay out of everyone's way."

It's not all that different from being in Milliways, but generally speaking, this isn't unusual behaviour.

"I'll make sure you're up for it, then." He promises. It should be fun, trying to get her up.

It should be. But she hadn't slept nearly as late today!

Angela leans her head against him, shutting her eyes. She makes a tiny, contented sound.

Happy Angela is rather nice to see.

Melou grins and squeezes her gently.

"Just let me know when you're ready to go upstairs. I'll probably have to help you get there."

"Yeah, you probably will. Condsidering it's dark and I'm not precisely...steady on my feet."

She's about ready to get relaxed for the evening, though. "I think...I'm ready when you are." She grins.

"Two glasses of our weakest wine." He shakes his head, smiling. "We can go up now. There's no time requirement on being social."

Angela laughs. "Hey, at least I haven't got sick," she whispers, and kisses him.

"I'd like to go up, though. If you don't mind." She bites her lip.

"All right."

Beat.

"You have to get up first."

She grins. "I do, don't I?"

She gets up, managing not to trip on anything, and waits for him, smoothing out the skirts of her dress.

She just needed to get somewhere that she didn't have to pretend she'd worn these sorts of dresses her entire life. And take her hair out of the braid.

Melou stands and takes her hand, leading her out of the dining hall without word to anyone. People will either notice, or they won't. Either way, chances are no one will be surprised.

When they arrive at his room, he holds the door open for her.

The corridors are rapidly dimming, but she follows his lead, as in most things.

She goes inside when he holds the door open, and immediately goes to take the braid out of her hair. It was beginning to make her head hurt.

Melou closes the door behind him and then picks up a brush from the desk, holding it out to her.

"Tired?"

"Not really. Just a little uncomfortable." She takes the brush from him. "Thanks." She hikes up the skirts a little and sits on the bed, cross-legged, and takes off her shoes.

"Much better." She grins at him and begins brushing through her hair.