Her father would dislike it, Ophelia is certain, if she took the arm of a strange lord and went somewhere unknown. Or perhaps this would be one of the exceptions, where following her father's instructions would make the whole court call her cold and rude, and he would later explain some invisible nuance to the situation she had missed. She finds she doesn't care. Anger still burns bright in her breast, and she can't think let herself think angry at who. She only takes the man's arm, eyes modestly down. "Show me," she says.