[It takes Caitlyn an embarrassingly long moment for her normally very quick brain to catch up with what's happening. Hermione is... They're going to pretend...
Oh.
Better lean into it, right?]
Y-yes. Yes, we're. [She fumbles for Hermione's hand.] Together.
[But the courtesan has already given up and gone off, and she's being tugged along by Hermione, who looks and sounds about as awkward as Caitlyn feels. And the awkwardness is only magnified by walking past a low stage where dancers are engaging in some sort of performance. For a moment, Caitlyn finds herself transfixed by a woman wearing hardly anything doing a very complicated dance move that shows off just how much she isn't wearing.
No. Stop looking. Too mortifying.
She hurries after Hermione (don't look back at the dancers, don't look back at the dancers ...she looks back at the dancers), still clutching the other girl's hand for dear life.]
Perhaps we ought to stay close regardless. [This is all... a lot.]
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Oh.
Better lean into it, right?]
Y-yes. Yes, we're. [She fumbles for Hermione's hand.] Together.
[But the courtesan has already given up and gone off, and she's being tugged along by Hermione, who looks and sounds about as awkward as Caitlyn feels. And the awkwardness is only magnified by walking past a low stage where dancers are engaging in some sort of performance. For a moment, Caitlyn finds herself transfixed by a woman wearing hardly anything doing a very complicated dance move that shows off just how much she isn't wearing.
No. Stop looking. Too mortifying.
She hurries after Hermione (don't look back at the dancers, don't look back at the dancers ...she looks back at the dancers), still clutching the other girl's hand for dear life.]
Perhaps we ought to stay close regardless. [This is all... a lot.]