What a pair they look. Twins - her hand lifts to her mouth with a soft laugh as they come to stand before her.

"Oh do come, forgive me. I have not seen twins since my sisters were hatched." It's cooed, like a young girl looking at a new favourite doll. But when she beckons them, it isn't to the seat across from her. She shifts sitting straight into her chair, shooing her maid off with a wave of her hand. "Come, come, I must look at you. You will let me, won't you?"

A spot for one of them, either side of her. Which she pats, invitingly beside her terrifying tall form. The implication there as ever, she asks, but truly, is it asking?