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Cedany thought for a moment, running her fingers through her hair until they stopped at the top of her braids. She repeated the process until she was sure this was a good deal. Then she turned to Loria--Ris--and said, "I don't really care how close Ostwall and Falor are as long as we're not at war so you don't have to worry about that. As for an unnamed favor..." Just for kicks, she had allowed down and disappointment into her eyes for only a moment. She finds it fun to mess with people like that as long as, in the end, she did no real harm. Anticipating her next words, she broke into a big grin, her eyes glittering with mischief. Okay. Only a little bit of mischief. Mostly innocence. She wasn't sure what the favor would be now, but one day she knew it would come in handy.

"Sounds like a fair trade. You shouldn't have to worry about it being anything major. I doubt I'd ever get into that much trouble." She motioned for Ris to sit on the stairs once more and the young girl sat down beside her. She let a bit of her boyishness from her city outings show to put Ris at ease. If you're talking to a lady, you'll want to act like a lady. And ladies are proper beings. No part of secrets were proper. "Now," she said, placing her hands behind her as she leaned back slightly. "What is this secret?" Not that she didn't already know. Which made the trade less fair, but she got something useful out of it.