"In our occupations especially so," Sidony agrees, settling down in the chair and leaning back, letting her eyes close for a moment.

It's blissful to relax, to not have to play pretend at being more than she is, more than she thinks she ought to be. No nobility, no demands, nothing more than a girl with another girl. Even that might once have left her hands shaking, so the notion of calm is one she greets readily.

Shaking herself from her thoughts, she looks over at Adrasteia and smiles.

"I like mint, usually, but anything floral or strong. I don't think I've encountered one that I truly dislike."