She pulls you away from the crowd, though you both continue applauding politely each time the King's words send the friendly crowd into hails of delight.
Harlowe explains that, on Fig's urging, you are to join the traveling throng who will bring delight to the victorious citizens of Brenton.
"Your position with Her Majesty will lend stature to every stage you trod," she says. "And perhaps building your experience on other stages will help you achieve even greater success when returned to Her Majesty's sight."
"I should like that, naturally," you say, regarding her closely. You discern that Kitty herself sees this as a fine opportunity for you, but that she may miss you a touch in your absence.
"When His Majesty says the celebrations shall begin at dawn tomorrow," you inquire, "when should I be prepared to join in?"
She blinks at you. "Take a guess."