Lady Dyne shot the crowed a look signaling them to turn away for the girl's sake. For the most part it worked but lady Ivy looked distressed as if she wanted to tackle hug the heir, her own eyes moist with unshed tears. Sighing the Lady removed the nearby chair before couching down next to her adopted daughter.
"Here, take this." Her outfit did include a spotted hanky in the breast pocket that the lady removed and handed to the sniffling child. She was openly restraining herself, doing her best not to ugly cry Infront of everyone, keeping it to slight shallow breaths and a cascade of crystal.
"I don't deserve any of this, I have so much, how could I even want more?" Sniffling along the lady just smiled softly. She knew that the girl was lacking confidence in her worth. It was a difficult thing to see the true value one's own person possessed. Her past was griping her, a specter claw, a SCARA drawing her heart in circles.
