Her first thought on seeing Ilde is a sudden realization of how long it has been since they last spoke. And really, that won't do at all -- because these nights she finds that there's a true sense of satisfaction in being around other fae... regardless of how endlessly strange it is to start to identify herself as on some level one of them. Ilde could hardly be less like the Princess, of course, but there's a sort of conspiratorial levity about her that she remembers as being a refreshingly different sort of fae intensity.

She starts a bit at the ember of the cigarette, but it's not so bad. The real problem is that one of the time since they last interacted. Still, her smile is easy because she's good at faking these things.

"Ilde, darling-- I'm glad to find you here."