"Your Majesty," she mutters almost scornfully, even when she grabs his hand to keep from falling. The other rests against the side of the post, and she risks looking up once more. It takes her awhile to really notice, but...

"These are not the stars of home. They are arranged differently. Or have I truly had that much to drink?" The idea actually makes her giggle. "Perhaps you are not a man, then, but a statue after all, and I am standing here conversing with naught but a sculpture..."