Upon when it seemed the celebration died out, Nathalie came back to the Great Hall. From there, only a few people who were still sober cleaned up the mess that sprawled all over the floor.
One of them happened to be Keith, with Ashtra perched on top of him; he had his coat removed as his white ruffled sleeves now had smears of dust from moving different objects to where they needed to be kept.
Withal, she strutted close to her, and he jolted upright, almost dropping the crate he carried. He gawked as though like a deer caught in a spotlight.
"M—My Lady! You've come!" he stammered as he started to wag his tail rather fast with ears twitching.
Nathalie nodded and they only stared at him, but her mind got too chaotic thinking about the moments she had with him.
Which only got worse when Jonathan had to speak about crazy words, coming so fresh and oddly enough from him.
"Look at her, staring at you. You don't smell good, I say," Ashtra hollered.
