Versailles is rather oblivious to the things going on around her. She's settled in a nice field of flowers, her body is relaxed, she feels completely satisfied to just lay there and bask in the serenity of the moment before it flies away from her grasp. Their words lull her into a state of near-unconsciousness, sleepiness, letting soft murmurs gurgle in the background like water babbling along a stream, and she stays curled up and mostly immobile until she hear's Bast voice, smells his scent, feels his shoulder bump into hers. Eyes still closed, she turns her head slightly and brushes her nose against his side once in content greeting, before leaning slightly towards him and letting herself enjoy the moment just a little bit longer.