[h3][color=92278f][b]Katherine[/b][/color][/h3]
Katherine returns the nod Amaranthe—pretty name—gave her. Watching her stride confidently through the door, she relaxes slightly. That she can keep a level head in such a bizarre situation is reassuring. Again, Katherine finds herself wanting to follow suit—whether this is a dream or not, there’s no use worrying. Might as well find out what’s going on so she can freak out about it more specifically. Awesome.

Stepping into the next room, she immediately notes the two figures flanking the man. Guards? Soldiers? They’re certainly not strengthening her resolution not to panic. At least her fellow prisoners share this sentiment. Their demands flurry against the cold blue of the war room. She keeps her mouth shut. Anything she could add would be redundant. Better to let the others take the blame if this strange man finds their questions disrespectful.