[Suzerain of Sheol]

"You know," Tsae murmurs tiredly. "As bad as this day has been, I'd still take it over being in your room for any other reason." She rubs at her eye under her blindfold. "Sorry. Don't pay attention to me. Cruelty is how I cope."

She unties it and stows it in the pocket of her jacket, trusting that their won't be a phantasmal assailant climbing through the closed window any time in the near future.

"Anyway, to be honest, I'd have thought you'd be more concerned for the city than for me. But I mean, it's not like a long-dead order of Mursaat-worshiping assassins with an expressed agenda of destabilizing the throne of your beloved country just popped back up over night, or anything. Your concern is appreciated, though."

She tries to say that like she actually means it, since, well, she does for once, but it still comes out sarcastically. Oh well. He can deal.