It can never be quite so easy, can it? Amelia's hand closes on the silk-soft cloth, only for Felix to hesitate in his turn as he misjudges his partner's step. He almost catches the motion behind him- but when he glances around, there's no sign of the rogue. She's managed to evade his gaze and leave him none the wiser.

The cloth, annoyingly, is still dangling from his belt- but only just. Amelia need only slip close enough to snag it once again and the prize will slip right into her hands- a pair of gloves, the same dark grey as a cuckoo's wing. If she can get them away to examine by firelight, she might detect the very faintest glinting from within the cloth, though the gloves are quite empty.