Come, sit. Let us have some wine. Yours is the first friendly face I have seen here, and likely the only one who would be happy to see me, too.

[Things are too stringent with Criston now, and she doesn't know that he's betrayed her to Alicent. Maybe Daemon would be intrigued to have her here, but they left things in an odd place, too. The way Harwin regards her is different. She relishes it, to just be simply admired.

Without him asking, she simply takes his arm and heads over to one of the long tables set out for them. Will this likely go somewhere? She at least intends to see if he is interested.]