"If we do well with the upcoming peace talks, hopefully those memories of dragons bringing destruction will become stories of the distant past."

Adela sighed softly after that statement -- she wasn't naive enough to think that such peace could happen overnight, especially with Estinien being who knew where by then. With people like Aymeric and House Fortemps at the helm however, she felt like the hope for it was still alive.

But then Haurchefant asked that -- maybe it was because of his asking twice so quickly, but it seemed like, just maybe... She could feel her face heating up again, and she could only pray that she wasn't too visibly red. She had to avert her gaze, forging herself to speak even as her throat wanted to close up out of nerves.

"I-I'd love to. I mean, it'd be nice to see how everyone is doing, too."

... Wait did that make it sound like she didn't want to go there with Haurchefant? Oh Nhaama she hoped it didn't. Why was it suddenly so much harder to just relax and be natural around him?!