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[What she deserves and what she wants tend to be two different creatures. Lysa is as casual as one can be, regardless of all the accolades and titles people apply to her. She's still as friendly and genial as she was the first day of being a bright-eyed adventurer (at least on the outside. Lysa rarely talks about the ugly side of business when she doesn't have to.)]

I see you're neck deep in work again. I would apologize for interrupting you, but to be perfectly honest, it wouldn't be genuine at all since you wouldn't be taking a break otherwise. [She smirks, aware that she's right.] Though I do have real apologies for stealing Lucia away from you for so long. She is doing excellent work in Garlemald. And speaking of Garlemarld, I would think spending time in the icy tundra that place is would have gotten me used to what I considered milder climes here, but I seem to be wrong.

[Now that she has the feeling back in her hands, Lysa is able to pull off her thick coat, showing exactly why it's no wonder she's practically dying of hypothermia. Clad in practically skin-tight riding pants that show every curve of her toned hips and thighs, her shirt leaves little to the imagination as well--a blouse that is not fastened past the two lower buttons, leaving the rest splayed open just enough to advertise that there is absolutely no hint of a chemise under it. Nothing but bare skin as far as the eye can see.

The rest of the shirt has its the tails into Lysa's waistband, securing the fabric from shifting left or right. Anybody with sense would enter Ishgard wearing layers and anybody who wanted to make it through the night would certainly button up. Whether the Warrior of Light counts as either one remains to be seen.]

If that offer of tea is true, I'll accept a late cup.