[She doesn't even seem to have noticed that she was on his lap- at least, not as anything uncomfortable or improper. She has been carried all of her life by a male manservant, it barely registers at all.
She's still staring out at the view, her unnaturally small feet dangling uselessly from the edge of the bench. "Kaeya"...]
Sieglinde Sullivan. That is my name.
[The rest of her titles feel so inconsequential now.]
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She's still staring out at the view, her unnaturally small feet dangling uselessly from the edge of the bench. "Kaeya"...]
Sieglinde Sullivan. That is my name.
[The rest of her titles feel so inconsequential now.]