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((Yes, otherwise assume her head is empty /jjjj))
She tilted her head a little at the first remark in... amusement? Her eyebrows went up (hard to tell, they're so white that they almost meld into her skin), perhaps understanding, or making a note of the fact. However, it's hard to get reassurance with the knowledge that not all words are premeditated. Sometimes they spill out from the foolish beliefs of the heart.
"No way," she said, hands flying to her cheeks now, "did I really guess it on the first try?" Assassin straightened her posture away from the balcony. "Don't think I get to call it a try if I didn't really try, though! What I do get, is to call it a party of two. And that's what I will do. Will you lead the way to the feast, then?"
Not a mention of the weather from her. Seems she doesn't mind it at all.
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"It would be my pleasure."
Usually, when Ambryll smiles, their mouth merely makes itself an elegant curve, and opens only when they speak. Now, however, their smile becomes a sort of mischievous grin, showing a bit of their teeth. And of course, they slightly move their arm again as they do so, so that the backside of their right hand rests slightly against their chest.
"Well then, follow me."
The hand on their heart moves back toward their right side. At the same time, their body leans toward that direction, as if about to fall onto the railing. Then, they use their hand to swiftly grip the railing.
Perhaps a push of some sort is made, or perhaps not. Regardless, their body lifts up, up, enough to clear the railing--and then swings backward.
The mage lets go of the railing and disappears out of sight.