Vesta’s brow knits together, the composure she’d put on beginning to fray around the edges. 
“Oh. I… I didn’t know.”  The words come softer than she intends. For a fleeting second she simply stands there, hands hovering uselessly at her sides. She shifts awkwardly, eyes flicking to anywhere but the guards. “Sorry for disturbing you, then.”
 With that, she turns on her heel. She folds her arms tight against her chest, and her head dips, silvery curls spilling forward to shield her expression. Without another word, she begins walking in the direction of her vardo, eyes fixed firmly to the ground.

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