Lilla Rowan
She'd stopped, but she heard his footfalls and within moments his hand was on her shoulder, turning her around to face him directly. For a few moments, her face fell in fear, because she knew what she had done, and it wasn't exactly Fleure material. It wasn't lady-like, period, and as her lips parted in preparation for an apology and her eyes redirected to his own, he began to speak.
“Tha-that wasn’t nice at all, Miss Lilla." Uh-oh. She was in trouble. Lilla knew there was a glimmer of a chance that he could go tell the king, as it would obviously reflect badly on Shigan and how it allows it's women to act. She wasn't sure what she would be more ashamed of; giving Zaiphar a trump card just because she had flicked water on their prince, or shaming Shigan for something more sinister. But then again, she rationalized, putting her hands up, palms facing him in a sign of defeat, she had saved him from the king's wrath earlier, so perhaps he would not take such an over the top response to the water...
And then she noticed that devilish grin, that malicious, wicked smile. No, no, no. "You don’t just throw stuff at someone and bolt…only those who are prepared to be shot at should shoot…” His hand jerked, and before she could react, the icy water splashed onto her face and her neck, causing her to gasp and blink water from her eyes. For a few moments she just stood there, her mouth open, torn between being simply slack-jawed and an expression of disbelief. The water droplets slowly slid down her face and her neck, sending a shiver down her spine, and even as her hair dripped onto her dress she couldn't do anything but stare. Finally she found her voice, stomping her foot indignantly and making fists at her sides.
"I can't believe you did that!" Her tone was astonished, shaking her head. With an exasperated, amused smile, she prodded his chest with one of her fingers. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you...." Lilla added, punctuating it with an exaggerated sigh, before reaching around him to open his door and giving him a light push in it's direction. "I need to change, seeing as I've got freezing water down my dress now. I'll let you come help in a minute or two." With that she went into her own room, shutting the door.
As unexpected as his action had been, Lilla couldn't say she was the least bit surprised. She had deserved it - perhaps in not as much quantity as he had returned it, she noted as she stepped further into her room and took her dress off. If the water had been any bit warmer, she could have dabbed at it and left it to dry, but it was not. She shivered at the dampness on her skin, feeling bumps beginning to rise on her arms, and even though the attack had only happened a few minutes ago she couldn't help but recall it with a grin. He's such a child.
Lilla pulled on a plain, sleeveless shirt and a floral skirt, checking around her room to make sure she had everything unpacked and in it's place that could be the least bit embarrassing, before picking her wet dress from the floor and putting it into one of her unpacked bags. She wasn't certain who did the laundry or when exactly... but they had messed with her items enough. She could wash her own things. Kicking the bag under her bed with a soft sigh, she strode over to the door connecting their rooms and opened it, leaning in the door way.
"Alright, Relos..." She mused, taking a last glance in her room and suddenly spying the gray shirt. She turned back into her quarters, picking it up and quickly pulling open one of her dresser drawers, stuffing it into the very back and shutting it. "I don't really have much to put away... I just have to fold them and find a proper place to put them..." She was rambling for her own sake, picking up one of her unempied bags and putting it onto her bed. "If you want, you can just keep me company, unless you really want to help."
The majority of her items were casual, but she also had packed a few...fancier items that she had borrowed from the twins and Darcy. Lilla hadn't been sure what she would be doing or what would be expected of her, and as she had packed to get here, the Lady had given her a passing tip: "It is better to be overdressed than under dressed, Lilla." She'd been just about to head out and rushed to get something a little dressier. As she pulled the clothes from her bag, she folded them carefully, lamenting the fact that without being washed, there would be no way to completely get the wrinkles out.
"Did you get unpacked, Relos?" She asked, sparing a glance in his direction.