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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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."