Zavakri's anxieties came to a swift denouement after such apparent anti-climax as their encounter with the king and the coup. She joyfully fell into step once Aurora achieved ownership of the book, and folded her arms behind her head as she followed along. Her eyes, however, moved to the side to begin recalling the path of the balloon in the air as she had gauged its trajectory from their revel hideout.

"Hm. I'm getting a strange sensation, like the shoe is about to drop. But I've already said that I'd make an effort to address these pesky internal biases, and so here we go. Trusting Brut and Jub. I believe in them. They wouldn't...disappoint...me..." She trailed off as she spoke, before sighing. "Ahem, I'm... I'm trusting them. This shop sounds like a wonderful time. Something [i]ordinary[/i]."