Quiet settled across the room, light the only disturbing element about the whole place as she sat inside the Aureus manor.
Tended by the droids that lingered about tending to the estate without further guidance. Found and maintained with only that singular purpose in their coding. To keep the estate clean and free of any threat that might cause damage. As miniscule as a rodent that had found its way into the halls, to a fledgling crack in the foundation.
All tended to without much need for outside interference.
It felt akin to walking in someone else's dream. The drapes were allowed to gather in the breeze let in by cracked windows before settling once more to keep the worst sort of chill out while the air stirred. Stirring what remained of the dust free from their hold inside the remaining furniture. The light through the window panes catching stray patterns of dust floating along that caught the eye of the only witness privy to the sight.
Stylus tapping against the surface of a singular round table that had been brought into the main hall. Adjusting it in her grip before twirling the thing around each finger in an easy swing, legs crossed beneath the table while thinking on the final step of acceptance regarding her ancestry.
This wasn't a decision she had regarded lightly, seeking all of her family's opinion on the matter. Or at least those immediately affected by this choice.
It wasn't just about taking the mantle of her grandmother anymore. Wasn't just about stepping into the shoes left behind and making good on a deal that had been thrust on her. This was a chance to set an example. Shed a little of her troublemaker reputation and maybe be something more if she allowed herself the chance.
She'd already made a proper mess of things several times over, and there would no doubt be many more times she would step in the poodoo before having any sense of steering herself down the right path.
But the chance was there. Here right before her.
Setting the stylus down to rub her face, let herself have the final moment of indecisiveness before setting herself on a path she never would have imagined for herself. Going from some Outer Rim nobody, to finding relations in not just one but two notable families in the galaxy. To being the sole inheritor of the Aureus line as far as she knew. Only to produce her own heir, so long as things went smoothly for her in the long run.
That final thought made her hand pause, drifting away from the twirling of a few loose strands of hair to finding the stylus once more and scrawling perhaps her final, official use of the Darcuhl name.
The documentation would come through eventually as she sent the document to the advisor of the Sal-Soren's.
She'd have to find her own being of business at some point as she pushed the datapad away. Letting her leg bob while her arm settled against the table. The droids still attended to the property as she wondered what was next for her to deal with. A frown forming as a realization hit her and suddenly her focus was solidly on her dear cousin.
"Ah feth I have to hold the next party! You-! FETH!" Irate at the idea of having to get the property prepared in the future for such an event as she felt a wave of nausea settle over her.
None of the droids reacted, instead still attending the property as Lossa tried to steady herself.
Hindsight was twenty-twenty she reminded herself. But forethought was still a skill she needed to work on as the steadying breaths worked back the urge to lose her stomach. Enough to stand and find her things before leaving to go bother her cousin about the latest bit of activity in the galaxy.
