Doll

Mr. Crowly chuckled, "Nothing of that sorts, simply as worried as every father in the room of their daughters being in the crowds alone." He turned to look at Mrs. Roman, "it seems, contrary to my beliefs that a mother like you, one that would be the most worried is not in the bit bothered about her daughter's location."

Cryst smiled. "What for? Litian is her own person, she doesn't need me to be on her tail at every moment, does she?"

Mr. Crowly flinched, his eyebrows furrowing for a moment. "A fair lady such as her surly needs to be kept under watch, who knows what boy would try to lay their greedy, dirty hands on her?"

Cryst burst into laughter, as if finding his very much probable concern to be laughable. 

"Did I say something along the lines of a joke, your grace?" Mr. Crowly asked. 

"Oh, nono, haha… it just seems like you're mistaken about something," she smiled. 

Mr. Crowly cocked his head in confusion. "That is?"