Rosemund stopped being surprised. She was pretty numb at this point to being told "I'll see what I can do" in some way, shape or form, and then waiting for a while to see if they [i]could[/i] do anything, and weeks later coming to the fairly-stable conclusion that she'd either been forgotten or disregarded (despite whoever it was claiming they cared, of course they cared!). The last time she'd spoken with anyone about changing policies was, what... Eight years ago? Her mother had let her, mostly she suspected now so that she could feel like she'd tried. And indeed her twelve-year-old self had felt proud.

Finally, she noticed that Aire was looking at her a little funny. This was strange as usually she picked up on non-verbal cues before processing people's words, and she was starting to wish she hadn't seen at all. She'd had this look once or twice before. It tended to come from people who would fire her if she failed to acknowledge them. Needless to say, it made her nervous, although glad that they were in public. At least for the moment. 

"Is there anything else you'd like to discuss?" the prince asked, presenting an ideal opportunity to change the subject. 

And Rosemund, of course, did a horrible job at it. "Another drink, sir?" she offered. She mentally punched herself in the gut. [i]Idiot.[/i]