"Hmm." Zari said, nodding. On first glance it might appear that she wasn't listening to a word Shy said, her attention seemed to be mostly focused on Belias. She didn't acknowledge Blaidd as he went, then again, why would she? He'd obviously said something to make Belias break his nose.
"Thanks, Belias." She said, examining the glass placed infront of her. "Are you sure this is drinkable? I wouldn't touch half the drinks served near my village, most of them contain something poisonous." Zari joked as Belias placed his hand over her's.
As the woman came over, the dancer's eyes narrowed. A few minutes passed before her ravings started to grate on Zari too, and she stood up. "Ma'am, despite your intentions, which I am perfectly sure are completely and perfectly honourable, for Zu'hai's sake, shut up! I can fight my own battles, thank you very much. I'm aware of the fact I'm not a trophy, but a cavillion. And if he for one second even began to think of such, I'd be first in line to put him right."