“Not really” Kathlin responded after a moment of hesitation. Standing up, the girl rubbed some of the tiredness from her eyes as she was reminded of just how late it was. “I’ll get some sleep then. Can I use one of your rooms?”

-

Entering Doins room and shutting the door behind her, Liaena crossed over to the table to sit down and place her satchel atop it. Opening it to rummage around inside, after a pause she pulled out – Donald instead, this time. 

“…”

Liaena’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly as she eyed the mini assassin. She had a particularly small amount of love for Donald. He did, after all hold the dubious honour of doing the best job of attempting to kill, kidnap or otherwise inconvenience her, after that original attack on the mansion that had led to her being a hostage to bargain with Rithrynn. Nevertheless, she persisted with her light tone as she placed the man on the tabletop. “Sorry about that. So. Have you two agreed on anything yet?”

The girl watched the assassin closely, taking in every movement. A humourless smile quirked at her lips after a moment of silent contemplation. “I take it we’re not going to go down that annoying honour-before-reason route some of you lot seem to have going on, anyway. You’re quite good at cutting your losses when things aren’t going your way…if I recall correctly”