[Even without any kind of knowing look, Isabeau's face is still kinda mildly aggravating. Siffrin would have liked confusion or something, reassurance that they're not totally obvious. But no, there's no hint of perplexity on Isabeau's face, just that fond look as he waits and clearly knows, and it's so embarrassing Siffrin nearly abandons ship right there and flees the room entirely.
They take a breath to calm themself, and lean in to press a quick peck to Isabeau's cheek. Perhaps less than Isa was expecting (or hoping for), and certainly less than the last attempt only Siffrin remembers, but it still has their face heating up. They quickly avert their eyes as they pull back, wishing they had their cloak on with its blessedly high collar to hide in.]
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They take a breath to calm themself, and lean in to press a quick peck to Isabeau's cheek. Perhaps less than Isa was expecting (or hoping for), and certainly less than the last attempt only Siffrin remembers, but it still has their face heating up. They quickly avert their eyes as they pull back, wishing they had their cloak on with its blessedly high collar to hide in.]
Th-thanks. For helping me with my hair.
[Stars, he might die on the spot.]