Another nod, and then Grace makes a frustrated sound at herself; her poet can't see nodding. Instead she settles into her chair and taps the back of Helena's hand to show she's listening; one little poke with a clawed nail, a silent 'yes, continue'.

This...talking...thing will take some getting used to. Suddenly dissatisfied with these old signals, Grace tries to concentrate to make herself heard. The end result is that the 'tone' of her 'voice' is rather like the bubbles are being shot out of something: ~I was attentive to the rules, my poet. Though she was not forthcoming as to their enforcement.~

Or their purpose, but what else is new?