Gilia looks down and then back up - well the party was a party, wasn't that the reason for it all by itself? People liked parties, and it's nice to have things that people like.

But it is relieving that this man looks away, her breath easing someone without direct scrutiny, her hands settled to smooth the dress over the tops of her thighs. It doesn't quite bring her to raise her eyes, but she is comfortable like that.

"Is this dressing up? This is how my people... I thought it was a gift of welcoming..." What was he suggesting? That there might be another purpose other than simple kindness?

Her gaze darts up in alarm before she fixes it back to the ground.

"To celebrate their continual habitation of this place. Perhaps this his how the spirits of this place like their pact honoured?"