Blissfully unaware of his thoughts, Shelley concentrates carefully on the dance, getting the steps right. Luckily, she is vaguely familiar with this one. Step, turn.

Shelley feels really ridiculously small, dancing with Rahvin, far taller and larger than Ishamael. She keeps her head right up - so she can mostly see his face, dancing a respectful distance apart as they are - and aims for some semblance of dignity.