Afterward, Wenndolyne asked the Admiral to escort her from the ship. It would have been his habit anyway, but she wanted to be sure to have a moment of his time to herself. The Admiral thought perhaps she was concerned over her first official function, being this evening's gala.

"No. No sir. I do indeed have concerns over that, for I wish to serve as best I can but..."

"Then what, dear child? What has put such concern on your brow? Simon is well and you will do wonderfully this eve, I am certain."

Wenn consciously relaxed her expression into a soft smile, but the unease beneath it was still evident to her experienced guardian. "I wanted to speak with you a moment about Lord Wolf and what was to transpire last evening."

"Ah, yes..." It was clear that this topic had completely escaped the Admiral's agenda and naturally it was excusable. He'd nearly lost a son, blood kin or no. "I imagine that will have to be put off for a bit now. I do apologize for the delay. Honestly, I'm glad we're discussing this. I'm not one to pay much heed to rumor, but I thought I knew who would most likely vie for your hand, Wenndolyne. I was rather surprised by Lord Wolf." Surprised was not the half of it, he thought. He wasn't sure he liked the idea at all.

"Yes, I was quite surprised as well." She looked aside then down at her hands smoothing over her skirt before she clasped them together at her waist. She was completely unsure of the protocol and whether it was truly appropriate for her to express an opinion or in fact her fondest wish.

The Admiral's hands stilled hers has he caught them up. He looked at her quite seriously but with a soft kindness that touched her. "Tell me your heart, Wenn," he said quietly.

She blinked to stifle the welling tears. "It lies with Poet, m'lord. He was called away and could not speak to you ere Lord Wolf asked his boon of you. It was hoped to have it settled last eve, but of course, Simon's welfare was of greater import. Tonight shall see us all engaged in another loftier affair than... than my disposition."

His strong warm hands squeezed hers. "Wenndolyne, I do not mistake this for a light task nor anything trivial. I know full well the consequence and will consider duly." His voice became quite conspiratorial with even a touch of mirth, such that Wenn finally had the nerve to look up at him as he continued. "In fact, I did already favor Sir Poet for that is what the rumors professed and to be honest, the two of you show it when you're in company."

With much relief, Wenn giggled and blushed. "Aye, I imagine we do at that. Yet there are ways to go about things and I am not one to go against them."

"Nor is the good Sir Poet. Another point in his favor." Finally he chuckled and turned them both to finish his escort duty. "Early in the new week, we shall see that this is settled. Until then, we all have pressing duties to attend."

"Yes. Yes, Admiral. My thanks." If there was more to their parting exchange, she didn't recall it. She had much to do to prepare for the evening's event and the sun was growing high already. She wanted so much to find Poet instead but he was surely engrossed in his own preparations. It mattered not. The Admiral's reassurances were enough to let Wenn relax on this point of tension for now. The other was allowed to take over. She was about to play her first performance as Amitress of Camelot.