He sleeps for many, many, many hours.
Her mouth twitches. "Yes, as one of my available options, I expect you'd feel that way."
She leans up and gives him a quick kiss.
"Okay, I actually kind of want to get talking to Her Majesty out of the way soon, so I don't have to fret too long about it."
"Then we should get dressed, probably."
"Probably! Goodbye abs, I'll miss you..."
But, yes, getting dressed.
... His girlfriend approves of his fancy outfit. And appreciates it very much.
"Look, I know the spikes and fire are very imposing and impressive, but, but." She gestures to him in lieu of explaining. "James. James please."
He laughs. "I'm sure you were trying to communicate something there but for the life of me I cannot figure out what."
"Noooo, you've no idea how you look in your clothes, you just tripped into a tailor and they just had their way with you. You poor, poor man."
Vetareh, for her part, will wear her clothes from Orr. She was summoned with her Orrian titles, it only seems polite. And the hatred of the clothes have abated. ... A little. She might try to find something different in an Orrian style, but she does not actually want to delay meeting the queen of Kryta for a shopping trip.
He... has to stare, too. "Ah, I think I begin to comprehend what you meant."
"Hm? What was that? I'm just wearing the clothes native to my culture, I can't figure out what you're trying to communicate."
Orr is (or, well, was) rather warmer than Kryta. This had effects on fashion.
He laughs and kisses her. "Shall we go meet my monarch?"
"Yep. Let's go. Very excited."
She is not excited. She looks sort of like she wants to go run off and hide in a cave.
James can hold her hand on the way. Might reassure her.
It helps a bit, but auuuughhhhh.
Can they please get this over with? Please? She would like to go back to flirting with her boyfriend without having a meeting with royalty hanging over her head. Is someone going to try to drag her into politics? She doesn't want to get dragged into politics! Especially not Krytan politics, ew.
Eventually they get there, and the royal guards salute them. "Commander!" they say, in unison.
"Gabriel, Mary, good to see you!"
"Good to see you, too, sir," says presumably-Mary. Both guards relax their pose.
"The Queen asked us to come at our earliest convenience. Doubtless she knows this would be about now."
Vetareh tries on a smile that manages to edge into sincerity, despite her discomfort. It helps that James addressed them by their names, it makes it easier to see them as people instead of instruments of her impending polite interrogation over tea.
"Hello," she says, wondering why she didn't spend that free time James was spending exploring the mursaat fortress trying to invent an invisibility spell. Resurrection is probably more important? Really? Then why doesn't it feel like that right now...
"It's a pleasure to meet you, miss...?"
"Lady Vetareh, Spellbreaker and Professor of the Orrian Crown," James says primly, causing a few seconds of silence.
Followed by shrugs. It's the Commander, after all.
"If you'll follow me?" says presumably-Gabriel.
In they go.
Are the royal guards prone to gossip? Because if so: oh, good, thanks ever so your royal majesty, that's very appreciated, breaking out her official Orrian titles for use in front of royal gossiping guards so that everyone in this damn city can be aware that there is a new shiny thing to look at and augh, she does not want to think the worst of these people, they actually haven't even done anything to her.
It's fine. She's fine. It's fine, see? James is doing the talking. He's good at that. It's fine.
Yeah, she's just going to follow her boyfriend and look pretty.
Gabriel steals looks at her out of the corner of his eye every now and then in a mostly discreet way but otherwise makes no conversation. They walk in silence until they reach the throne room, at which point he announces: "The Lord James Orland of Shaemoor, Lightbringer of the Order of Whispers, Commander of the Pact, Slayer of Dragons, Peacebroker of the Maguuma, Unifier of Races, Conqueror of Madness, and Guardian of the Egg, and the Lady Vetareh, Spellbreaker and Professor of the Orrian Crown." Then he bows and turns away.
The Queen stands up to walk to them, followed by a woman in a dark blue outfit that seems to somehow fit her personality perfectly even though Vetareh knows approximately zero about said woman's personality. "Welcome, my friends. Commander, it has been a while."
"Oh, you know, I have been kept busy by this or that."
"This or that, indeed," says the woman-who-is-not-the-Queen with a smirk.
"Lady Vetareh," says the Queen, "it is a pleasure to meet you in person. And this is Countess Anise," she introduces, gesturing at the other woman, "Master Exemplar of the Shining Blade as well as my personal advisor and close friend."
She studiously does not hide behind her boyfriend, even though it's very tempting and she really, really does not want to be here.
"Pleasure to meet you both," she says, with a polite curtsy, even though it kind of isn't. She meets their gaze evenly, trying to look as innocent and sincere as possible, and... okay, no, this is stupid.
"Okay, look, I realize that it's probably alarming to have a foreign mesmer show up on the arm of he-who-has-a-few-too-many-titles. I want to help clear things up. I am really actually who I say I am, which you've probably figured out, but I feel is worth stating aloud. I am not using James in a bid to seize power or to blow up the capital or assassinate someone or whatever it is I realize lots of naive young mesmers who have mastered their very first illusion think they can pull off. My intentions to you and the people under your charge are to not cause trouble and not get pulled into politics, and do my best to keep them from being eaten by dragons, respectively. My goals are to live a long and interesting life filled with lots of research, the possible restoration of lost ancient magics, and not to be eaten by dragons." She lets out a breath of air through her teeth. "Questions?"
"I swear it happened by accident."