[It isn't a chastisement, luckily, so any breath Ophelia was holding about disappointing. Nevertheless, the pressure to overachieve does leave her slightly cowed once the information is given. She can do better next time. The added stress just thrills her more. The horns do present unique challenges, especially for someone who's rarely touched anyone's hair but her own. In the absence of friends to share these little intimate gestures with, she could previously only imagine what it was like not just to be so close to someone, but invited.]

Of course I do! [Her hands readjust slightly to encourage the braid to lay neatly, grip tightening as she guides it neatly along behind her ear, trying to be as firm as possible to discourage any stray hairs. There are plenty of things about Lilias' outfit and makeup to admire, but it's the woman herself that she ends up fixing most of her attention on.] You have a very noble demeanor; regardless of the room you entered, all eyes would be on you immediately. You've chosen perfect jewelry for the occasion, but no one will be able to focus on that for long.

[She's beautiful in all ways, but it's her presence and demeanor that Ophelia keep coming back to. Sheepish, her voice trails off.]

Frankly, you're shining quite brilliantly. [Lilias likely won't understand the deeper, sincere meaning behind the compliment, though it's paid in earnest. Ophelia doesn't even need the lost power of her eye to see - or appreciate that radiance. She wouldn't normally speak so openly, and there's something strangely liberating about it - as embarrassing as this will be to reflect on come the end of the month, if only because she likes it more than she should.] Thank you for allowing me to help with this, my lady.