It was just as well that it wasn't another marshmallow-making date, what with both of them having sustained injuries to their arms. Finn's had been far more grievous than hers had been; she had needed far less recovery time than he did. All the same, she assured him to the affirmative. There was no swelling or discolouration there to see the old injuries with normal eyes: any sort of injury would have stuck out like a sore thumb, especially with her shimmering outfit. There had been no stiffness to the embrace, nor when he had seen her around the Citadel when he was on shift.
She listened as Finn spoke. He had skin in this, what with Khyan having been sworn to him and summarily sacrificed by someone else. Khyan had been her good friend as well, but Hilana did not have the protections Finn did, by virtue of his Emblem, his status as a Sentinel, and his Amatus. There was some pointed truths in his words and what he had to say on the subject. Ghosts were traditionally tolerated in Solunarium, but only until they crossed the line with someone or something deemed important. And a Senator certainl counted. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes going back to her friend.
When Janus joined them, Hilana bowed as was proper, straightening up and letting the bejeweled fabric smooth itself out and reflect the lights overhead as much as anyone's attire, if not more. A "Your Grace," was murmured in greeting to the Patriarch of House Saelyan. But the usually talkative girl otherwise stayed quiet. It would not be smart of her to cut in, and while she listened to Janus, the shadows showed her Æros, possessing his cousin Marinos, across the room with Senatrix Val'Amneris. The counterpoints were made, suggesting to the fact that the living would be less willing to give up power to benefit those that had already shed the mortal coil; but it did pose concerning questions for what could come.
But which way the chips might fall? Short-term gain instead of long-term focus? New stances instead of upholding tradition, bearing in mind His Divine Radiance's stance on all things dead? The unraveling was another thing. Hilana would not be able to be present during the Senate sessions; Æros would need a suitably-blooded host of status... and hope he didn't at any point lose control of the possession. The Vastiana was like as not to be too far away to prevent a severe degradation of his soul, especially if she was out in the sands. She was the anchor, after all, but the Vastiana very much needed to continue her job and her learning. She was not able to take a leave of absence like that, not when she had so much on the go between Sweet Remedies and the new place that she was considering trying to pick up a position at as well. Not for the money, but for the experience. "We are well, gratias, Dominus," she smiled at the mention of his wife. "I am sure she and I have much to talk about some day in different circumstances."
