"Yes, milord," Andorra replied humbly, trying not to let Lord Tristan see the blush that was starting to form on her cheeks. It was embarrassing enough that she had almost forgotten decorum and looked at him directly, but that he also noticed she was still in her underclothes--! The chagrin was almost too much for her to bear. Nevertheless, the Avalonian noblewoman gathered up whatever dignity she had left and followed Ziva into more private quarters.
"I'm deeply sorry if I offended anyone," she told Ziva, who offered her a plain yet-not-unbecoming pantsuit. It would be good battle attire. "I'm just--overwhelmed right now. I never expected to be caught in the middle of a siege on my wedding day." She tried not to let a tear fall from her eye.