[ All the time that she had spent with Sylvain up until she started her slow drift from the men aside, being this close means that it's impossible for her to not recognize the amused glimmer in his eyes. Which is interesting in and of itself because that's definitely not what she had seen in her idle observation of the pair of them. ]

Don't look at me like that.

[ She pushes his face away but not before there's a split second where her brow furrows, examining his face intently. Something is different. And then she sees it, a glint of familiar gold and green on his ear that gives her some pause. That's definitely a new addition to his usual wardrobe. The colour choice can't be a coincidence but there's too much for her brain to comprehend at the moment. As her eyes tear away from the earring, the expression on her face clearly implies that she doesn't believe him. ]

People change their minds.

[ It's said with a hint of bitterness before tugging her chin away from his grasp. ]

And it doesn't matter anyway. I told you I can't keep blurring lines because that's what got me into this situation in the first place. [ It's a startling amount of insight that surprises even her considering her stance on kisses just being a kisses unless you made something out of them. And unfortunately, she had inadvertently made something out of them. ] So thank you for confirming my own suspicions. And now that I know, what happened between us in the Feywilds shouldn't happen again. There, talk all done.