"She's more than just pretty, your Majesty," the Darkling says, voice low and almost dangerous. 

"Send her around for dinner sometime," he chuckles. "We would like to hear about her other talents."

"I will see what her training schedule permits, your majesty," she says, with a tone that sounds perfectly sincere despite the words falling from her lips. "It would be a shame if her edge slipped, after all."

His eyes narrow somewhat. "Indeed. See that doesn't happen, General. Our young Sun Summoner is the hope for Ravka's future, after all."

She bows. "Your Majesty's words are wise. It will be done."

He flicks his fingers in dismissal.

She signals Svetka to bow deeply alongside her, and then to start their retreat from the court hall, the ranks of Grisha wheeling and falling in behind them as they pass.

She takes Svetka's hand, once they're out of the court's sight.

Yeah, she- kinda needs the reassurance, honestly.

Squeeze. "You did everything I asked and more," she murmurs. "Thank you, Svetka."

"Yes, sir."

"Let's get you back to your rooms, so we can get you out of this ridiculous thing." She nods to the uniform.

That definitely doesn't mean what you think it does, brain.

"Sounds good."

She smiles, and leads Svetka away from the other Grisha who are returning to their usual lives - and she dismisses Genya, as well. It'll be just her and Svetka returning to the rooms.

Oookay. Yeah. This is happening. Uh.

She moves around the room as if this is all totally normal. "There should be... Here." She identifies a collection of bottles on the vanity. "Supplies for removing the makeup."

A glance over - "You should change before that, however, to something less..." She waves her hand to encompass the uniform in all its terribleness.

"Yeah. Um. I think I saw some things in the closet..."

"There should be a small variety of clothes for several different uses here already... I imagine you'll want something more plain, however."

"I'll go see what I can find."

She starts rummaging through the closet, pulls out a plain shirt and slacks. Then... ducks into the bathroom to change.

The Darkling waits for her out in the main bedroom.

It doesn't take her long. She reemerges with the uniform mostly folded.

She gestures to the chair in front of the vanity. "Come, sit, and I'll help you get that makeup off."

She does so. "Thanks."

"You're welcome, Svetka." She starts unbraiding her hair, combing out the strands.

Mmm, that's nice...

She spends a good long time getting Svetka's hair in order, before moving to cleaning off her face, touch gentle but firm.