By is too pallid and bloodless to blush, but the little twitch he gives in response to that embarrassing accusation conveys a sense of embarrassment nevertheless.
"I was - overdramatic," he says. Not quite an admission, but probably as close as she'll get. "It must have been quite obnoxious. You have my apologies."
She walks back to the side of the desk she's supposed to be on, though she doesn't return to her seat. If he doesn't actually have any questions about what happened at Medrod's inn, then the delivery of mead and receipt of apology is plenty.
Athessa crosses her arms over the back of the chair, leaning on it as she looks at Byerly. Her expression is one of consideration, the line of her mouth tucked towards one cheek.
"Well, alright," she concedes after a moment, clucking her tongue against the back of her teeth. "I forgave you for it already so he's got nothing to be displeased about, anyway."
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"I was - overdramatic," he says. Not quite an admission, but probably as close as she'll get. "It must have been quite obnoxious. You have my apologies."
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"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone," then, hedging, she shrugs. "Maybe Baz."
If there's anyone that already knows By's a big softie, it'd be Bastien.
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She walks back to the side of the desk she's supposed to be on, though she doesn't return to her seat. If he doesn't actually have any questions about what happened at Medrod's inn, then the delivery of mead and receipt of apology is plenty.
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"Well, alright," she concedes after a moment, clucking her tongue against the back of her teeth. "I forgave you for it already so he's got nothing to be displeased about, anyway."