She has tried very much to not stare at him. He is not something she can make heads or tails of. He? She? They? Spirit?

But it was very rude to stare, so she makes sure not to, apart from the brief fleeting glance as she slowly adjusts to the sheer mass of his presence laying on the grass.

At least when he answers her, she is at leave to meet his gaze, her neck craning up from where she is seated the once to acknowledge him and then appropriately lowering her eyes. "Not at all. I know them as I know myself, and as they know me." Polite as could be before he calls her on her longing look and she shakes her head at being called out at all.

"No, nothing is wrong. I was... I was merely thinking how grand the dancing is?"