[h1]Cyare Staunton[/h1]

[@Plank Sinatra]

"Excellent. Where would you expect her to be?" With her attire settled, Cyare set about a few small in-place stretches to work the lazy warmth from her body. Rotations of the shoulder, a few minor stretches of the back, neck, things of that nature. Just enough to keep her moving and get her ready for activity again. She kept her gaze directed, more or less, at Ferrara while she waited for the answer.

"If she is blind, she likely would not have gone far, correct?"