[ In a strange sort of way, calling him "Master Diluc" like this fills her with a sense of... belonging. Although she would never admit as much out loud, she does lately find herself yearning for a reality in which she has always been a part of the same world as her partners. In which she isn't an otherworldly being that they would never otherwise meet. When his title falls from her lips, it's a fleeting moment where she can pretend.

Perhaps this "acting" aspect of the dreamscape isn't quite so bad, after all...

The once-confounded expression on her face melts away into a fond smile once more when she notices his reaction, at least before it turns into something more bashful at his question. When she answers, she leans in and speaks in a hushed tone, because her response is not of a lady Montague's but of herself. ]

Not at all... The last time I attended something like this, I was a mouse, and I was hiding in my friend's hat.

[ She straightens up and tilts her head at him. ]

I do promise that I was just checking on the flowers, though, my lord.