That's all you can do, sometimes. I'm just-- I'm sorry you've had to see it so much. [To think that when she was off guiding nobles to safety in the Winter Palace (no, don't, don't think that, it doesn't help) so she takes a deep breath. Uncurls her hands over her papers.]

Just remember I'll hold you to that. [Does she sound like she's teasing? She's trying, please believer that she really is trying right now because the last few months have been either getting the legs kicked out from one of them or constantly dodging that. It's quite frankly exhausting at this point.

Sighing quietly, Araceli could point out that her hours are more erratic than night owl, that she shuts the office door and sleeps during the afternoon as she would through the hottest part of a Castilean day, habits to entrenched to break now.] Maybe one day when things aren't likely to explode here, I don't want to let Madame de Cedoux down. [A soft admission, followed by one she feels a little guilty for making. Or for waiting so long to make. Maybe it's good Korrin can't see her face, she'd know Araceli's tell for flustered when she says the next bit.] It'd be like letting Leandra down.