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Josephine paces outside Ezio's door, the sound of her steps echoing in her ears. She only stops when the mage comes out, nodding and speaking in low tones of his injuries. Not dire, not anymore, but bandaging and much rest is what the mage prescribes. It makes the weight almost lift from Josephine's shoulders.

But not entirely. When the mage passes, it's the ambassador who steps in, quietly creeping to his bed. Bare to the waist and stitched and bandaged nicely, he doesn't look nearly as bad as before. Then again she hadn't seen him except for quick glances, her heart hammering in her chest, before the shouts brought others to bring him inside. Now in the agent quarters he lies, lucky enough to have the room to himself while others worked to Sister Nightingale's ends.

She isn't sure if he slumbers or not but she still doesn't speak. She doesn't think she can. She had wept outside until her throat is raw and her eyes burn from want of tears that no longer can fall. One hand falls to his, fingers gently interlacing with his before she pulls up a chair to sit beside his bed.

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[She's rather graceful, hardly a surprise but he didn't know how well she would take to a faster song. He can't help but also wear a large, bright grin across his face as he matches her movements, only varying slightly with hers in that his lessons came from a different teacher.

Perhaps next time they'll have proper attire for such an occasion in the future. For now, he's quite content as they are while his hand catches hold of hers and she is pulled close again. For a moment, his eyes meet hers before he steps away, keeping a hold on her hand as they stretch apart from each other.]

[He meets her every motion in kind and it's refreshing. More than refreshing. She hadn't had a good dance partner in ages. She catches his steady gaze and she turns away with a smile, looking at their outstretched arms before whirling back, spinning into his embrace.

Her hand rests on his chest now that she returned to him, her nose brushing his chin, her legs sidling close to his. Then she's sliding her hand over his shoulder until it can find purchase, her other hand swinging out to meet his.

She lets him move them, lead them, in their dance, and she finds herself humming along with the tune.]

[He smiles a wide grin as she presses in close against him, his arm sliding around her waist to keep her there for the moment up until the movement starts again and he guides them both along the floor. Swaying to the music and starting to join in with the humming as well.

It was a mere afterthought, but he would need to be generous with his tip to the bard.]

[He's her match in simple way and she finds herself smiling as she hears the hum, tipping her head back to give him a smile.]

Caro, [Her voice cuts softly through the music, their faces so close she doesn't have to do more than whisper.] why did I not know you were such a skilled dancer?

[A quiet laugh rumbles in his chest at the question. Twirling her away and bringing her back close before he gives her a proper answer.]

The opportunity had not come up. So I made one for the two of us. And you'll be happy to know this is just one of the surprises I have for you tonight.

[She blinks owlishly up at him.] Surprises? Many?

Ovviamente. But later.

[For now, they could enjoy the dance. Eventually, the bard finished her upbeat tune and began to opt for a slower one to let them catch their breath.]

[The song slows and so do their movements. Josephine relinquishes her hold on his shoulder for a brief moment, only to push hair from her eyes.] Did no one tell you I do not do well with surprises? [A half lie at best, but she can't resist the tease.]

[If he was worried about that comment, it only shows briefly on his face before he smiles and returns the teasing back.]

What would I do with myself for the rest of the evening if I didn't have you there to enjoy them?

[She sways with the music, soft motions, the fabric of her attire brushing against his.] Rest, certainly. [She wags her brow at him for a moment before a mild look of seriousness graces her features.] Are you finally well? Truly?

[He can't stop himself from rolling his eyes.]

I am, Josie... I promise.

[He brings a hand up to her face, cupping the side of her face.]

Even though I may act the contrary, I am grateful for your concern.

[She turns her head slightly, brushing her lips against his palm.] I'm always concerned.

Hm... I know.

[Ezio brushes a thumb against her lower lip, smiling warmly. The music is very pleasant, and its easy to sway along to it with Josie held close in his arms.]

[She slips her hand away from his but only to wind her arms about his shoulders. It closes the distances between them all the more, and if she cared, she would have blushed. But for now it is as if only they two exist, swaying and dancing and smiling.]

[In turn, he lets his hands rest against the small of her back while they danced to the slow strum from the bard.]

If you do decide to opt out of the rest of the night, I am rather glad to have done this first.

[She grins.] You do know that now you cannot hide from me. Whenever the Inquisitor sends us to a gala, you must save a dance or two for me.

[Ezio's eyebrows jump up a bit.]

Josephine. What if there's work to be done at those Galas? Are you prioritizing pleasure over work?

[She gives a mock gasp, eyes blinking innocently.] Never.

[He leans close, tapping his forehead against hers affectionately.]

Surprisingly enough, I'm not completely convinced. I'm sure there's a part of you just eager to throw away work long enough to enjoy a good dance.

[She scoffs.] I think you might have mistaken me for another ambassador. An Orlesian perhaps? They're all play and very little work.

[That gets a right chuckle out of him.]

I'm yet to meet an Orlesian that can do half the work you do in an hour.

[Another scoff but she leans in as they dance, the slow movements making it easy.]

I don't believe you ever will.

For the record, I'm not going to start looking for such a person.

[He finishes that particular diversion with a kiss against her lips. At this point, he's not worried about doing such a thing in front of the bard. He trusts them and it was why he had found them to play for them.]

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