[it's a cozy little alcove in the boarding house common area, and it becomes clear that no one has stolen it yet because Lucrezia already claimed it for herself. there's still a glass of wine waiting for her, and a book she'd been thumbing through from the library.]

Only a little, [she assures Daphne, squeezing her hand once.] I've seen all sorts of people from all sorts of places. Kings and queens like to send emissaries to Rome. Would you like any wine?

[reaching the table, she releases Daphne's arm and reaches for an empty glass and the carafe.]