Her brother had made his message perfectly clear: he wanted her to scurry off and leave him be. Though her face slipped into a frown momentarily, she quickly recovered and offered him a nod in understanding. She had no desire to anger him, especially when it was apparent that she was becoming bothersome.

"Well," she said, taking a single peek at him while she straightened out her robes. "I'm always one note away. Or near the kitchens...?" She didn't wait for him to respond, though; catching glimpse of a familiar face from behind one of the columns, Frida offered her brother one final wave and wandered off passed him.

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