[Mekatra]

Joane watched the strange man with a frown on her face. She had been in a military setting for so long that she wasn't used to dealing with flippant individuals that disregarded authority. She sat on her bed and leaned up against the wall. Her eyes half closed as she let herself fall into a meditative state. When her father had finally claimed her she thought she was done with the shadowed path. No more theft, no more assassinations, she would face her enemies head on... but if her king demanded, she would obey.

Evening fell far sooner than she was prepared to deal with Trevor again. She nudged him gently with her food. "One of the kitchen servants is bringing some food. There is a room for bathing at the end of this corridor." She dug through her clothes chest and found some of her old training clothing. "These will do until we see if you'll be around long enough to need some clothes of your own.