Shelley swallows extremely hard. She had been hoping that in sixty-odd years the woman would not recall. But given the opportunity, she seizes it, and nods politely to Semirhage. She glances at Rahvin as he takes her hand, trying not to squirm uncomfortably when he kisses it, hoping her face is still calm.

Then their attention is mercifully off her, and carefully she turns and makes her way away from the pair, fighting not to hurry, or look back over her shoulder as the pair began to speak in quiet tones.