Upon hearing the messenger's call, Arialla's ears burned to realize that she'd humiliated herself in front of not just any random man, but the authority figure Sam had recommended she seek out. Great. Now what was she supposed to do, just avoid him forever? Never speak of this again? The idea of never facing her embarrassment appealed -- it really appealed. But if this man could help her get home ... She couldn't afford to abandon that possibility just because she felt embarrassed.
She walked after the messenger and the man, waiting till she got close to call, "Excuse me, Provost Jigano? I don't want to interrupt" -- she nodded at the messenger, who seemed to have more urgent business than she did -- "but Samuel recommended that I speak with you. I'm ... sorry for disturbing you."
With a jerk of her head back towards the spot where she'd had her little meltdown, she indicated that she wasn't apologizing just for the current interruption, but for her previous actions as well.
She walked after the messenger and the man, waiting till she got close to call, "Excuse me, Provost Jigano? I don't want to interrupt" -- she nodded at the messenger, who seemed to have more urgent business than she did -- "but Samuel recommended that I speak with you. I'm ... sorry for disturbing you."
With a jerk of her head back towards the spot where she'd had her little meltdown, she indicated that she wasn't apologizing just for the current interruption, but for her previous actions as well.
