Versailles hadn't left her family by choice - everything that has led up to this point has been circumstance after circumstance that she's convinced her whole life has already been laid out, and she's simply following a path already written in the stars. Her mother, her protective mother, had been taken from her - and a brother had been given back in return. Family after family lost and regained, a cycle that turns and turns and she wonders whether it will keep on turning and if she's set to lose another one.

She doesn't want to lose Bast, her brother, relationship tentative but getting there. She doesn't want to lose Margaery, a sweetheart, close to a mother-figure if Versailles squints. She doesn't want to lose... anyone in the Ascendants, really. All of them have been family to her, one way or another, regardless of how much some have really gotten on her nerves as of late. She's not afraid to admit that she cares, but that's just who Versailles is.

She wanders over and squints at the newcomer from behind Gabriel, peering over his shoulder with molten-gold eyes burning lowly with curiosity. She doesn't speak, everything that needs to be spoken has already been said, anyway, so she just sits back and lets herself observe the interaction.

;; well my muse just eloped with my motivation wELP

Versailles is listening, simply listening to introductions being tossed around so kindly and so casually that it's something she's still getting used to. Crowds like this, big ones were a lot of people hop in to greet a single newcomer, is new to her. She'd grown up where newcomers where seen as potential threats, made to subject themselves to long and extensive initiations that would prove their worth and loyalty to the leader.

Seeing them treat her so nicely is odd... but not bad. I think. She isn't exactly sure what to think of it yet. On one hand, it's nice to see everyone being friendly to one another, and she's happy that they're paying attention to the newcomer - Versailles didn't have that when she'd first joined. On the other, with all the kindness and warmth bleeding everywhere, how would they know that this stranger isn't here to simply uproot their organization from the bottom up?

She looks to Margaery and Suiteheart then, remembering how safe she often feels under their watchful eyes. Other than her brother, they're the ones she feels inclined to turn to for guidance, and if this is how they act towards strangers, maybe they know what they're doing.

Versailles' golden gaze wanders back to the newcomer. A deep, subtle, trembling breath is taken, given, and taken again, letting it quiet her nerves. "I'm called Versailles. I hope you enjoy your stay here, Hearteyes." A beat, a pause. "I like your name."