"...oh." In the perfect, unwatched solitude of her chambers, young Miang-Si might be forgiven a moment's indiscretion and an extended, drawing silence. It's not that she's at a loss for words, precisely — so much so that the absence of immediate flattery is rather... new.

"Well, that's very... kind? Of you." Of anyone. Really. But then, this moment's awkwardness has yet to hit its final form, and so Miang-Si delivers it there. "Most suitors bring me... a gift?"

Notably, rare, extravagant or memorable. "I'm not requiring one, but... well. It is the done thing. If you're serious."