Jennifer walks gracefully away from one conversation, head held high and brown eyes lighting towards different groups. She was marking who was talking to whom when she saw the Prince's nod and motion to herself.
Jennifer approaches to conversational distance, bending herself into a respectful curtsy.
"Your Grace." She greets, her Curse slithering her words out.
She imagines that the Prince has opinions on what has transpired and stays quiet, curious what the Prince wishes to say.