Masquerade or no, that pride lifts her chin, makes her stand a little straighter - all things Narcissa notices, if not quite consciously. The fae woman exudes... something... and Narcissa can't quite look away. So it is that she also notices that Ilde watches her speak, rather than looks her in the eye.

Curious.

"Innate talent, then," she concedes, then smiles in acknowledgement of the external beauty of her new home. "Thank you; there's still some interior work to be done, as you can see--" Her duckling furniture shifts a little - look at us! "--and a piano to be tuned, if you've the time and inclination."

A pause, because truly, they're not friends. Not yet. And so, "You'd be compensated, of course."