[ She shakes her head, drawing Korra closer and feeling something warm spread across her. Harry was always the one who gave the speeches, even if he hadn't really wanted to, and finding herself in that position... It's strange. She has to force herself to relax, to shrug away the way that something tight takes over her, her chest hurting, until she curls up a little closer to Korra.
At least she can give speeches - a point in her favour as a Marchioness. ]
[ sniffling slightly, korra pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against hermione's, her eyes closing. rizhao coos, a higher-pitched whalesong than it will be when she grows, but she remains alert, wanting to help the two girls she regards as family above all others. ]
[ Hermione does laugh then, a little thing, and she draws Korra closer and shakes her head. It's a fond thing and she finds herself relaxing a little as she leans against Korra, laughing a little as she reaches out to stroke along Rizhao's back, as gentle with her as she is her sister. ]
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At least she can give speeches - a point in her favour as a Marchioness. ]
I hadn't, but I might give it a try one day.
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You might not even have to write them beforehand.
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I'd like to practise, at least.