“Infamous Iris?” Raising her eye towards Cas not realising he had even mentioned her before, but then she did forget how she had been in the Capital before his abduction. The dear trap, amnesia memory situation wasn’t hard to forget now, perhaps he had spoken about her then? It did bring a smile to her lips especially when Miles nudged her and had his own playful smile. The idea he seemed comfortable around her put her at ease, she was worried they had just done it because Cas was the Prince and perhaps, they didn’t feel comfortable around her. Which she would have understood of course, but she was glad it wasn’t too awkward. Not yet anyway, there was still time. Catching the blush on Cas’ cheeks she couldn’t help but feel warm inside, to know that even through everything he had to still like her and the thought of that was music to her ears and a part of her just wished she could be with him alone.
Listening to their conversation she had gathered they were going to Miles’ place, everyone in the Capital was wealthy of course and it made sense to hide somewhere. Though, what would happen to her? She couldn’t just stay in his place; she had an awkward enough encounter at first with Caspain and her being allowed to stay in the palace when she had lost her memories. Now in another’s house when she truly had no way of paying them back, perhaps it was just for one night and then she would be going back to the districts where she belonged. Maybe I’m just assuming, maybe we are going there for a bit before they take me to the border, surely hat has to be it. They can’t harbour me, that would be insane.
Drawn from her thoughts as Miles was seemingly happy to make conversation with her, she looked over at him feeling a little conflicted about his questions. The first question reminding her of the interrogation, and she felt herself freeze, a flash of what happened reminding her that she shouldn’t belong here, that she was just rebel scum. “O-Oh.. uh yeah.” A little unsure of her own answers she looked away out of the window feeling an odd sensation wash over her, did she switch sides? Iris didn’t believe she had; the ideals of the rebellion were something she believed in. The inequality of life across the border was paramount and she believed it should be fair for everyone and that’s what the rebellion was meant to be about. what she didn't believe in was the needless killing, the riots, the wars it shouldn't have been about that.
Staring out of the window for a good few minutes she had forgotten that Miles had even asked her the question, her mind had trailed off and she felt a soft pounding in her head tired from everything that had happened. “Sorry… I guess I’m still feeling a little frazzled.” Trying to force a smile and a chuckle to go alongside it, it’s not that she couldn’t answer his questions more that she didn’t really want to think about them because those kinds of memories were linked with pain. Everything about the rebellion to her was now and forever linked to pain, not just physical but emotional and she just didn’t want to relive it when she was barely out of the prison. Well hospital, after what Matthew had done.
Listening to their conversation she had gathered they were going to Miles’ place, everyone in the Capital was wealthy of course and it made sense to hide somewhere. Though, what would happen to her? She couldn’t just stay in his place; she had an awkward enough encounter at first with Caspain and her being allowed to stay in the palace when she had lost her memories. Now in another’s house when she truly had no way of paying them back, perhaps it was just for one night and then she would be going back to the districts where she belonged. Maybe I’m just assuming, maybe we are going there for a bit before they take me to the border, surely hat has to be it. They can’t harbour me, that would be insane.
Drawn from her thoughts as Miles was seemingly happy to make conversation with her, she looked over at him feeling a little conflicted about his questions. The first question reminding her of the interrogation, and she felt herself freeze, a flash of what happened reminding her that she shouldn’t belong here, that she was just rebel scum. “O-Oh.. uh yeah.” A little unsure of her own answers she looked away out of the window feeling an odd sensation wash over her, did she switch sides? Iris didn’t believe she had; the ideals of the rebellion were something she believed in. The inequality of life across the border was paramount and she believed it should be fair for everyone and that’s what the rebellion was meant to be about. what she didn't believe in was the needless killing, the riots, the wars it shouldn't have been about that.
Staring out of the window for a good few minutes she had forgotten that Miles had even asked her the question, her mind had trailed off and she felt a soft pounding in her head tired from everything that had happened. “Sorry… I guess I’m still feeling a little frazzled.” Trying to force a smile and a chuckle to go alongside it, it’s not that she couldn’t answer his questions more that she didn’t really want to think about them because those kinds of memories were linked with pain. Everything about the rebellion to her was now and forever linked to pain, not just physical but emotional and she just didn’t want to relive it when she was barely out of the prison. Well hospital, after what Matthew had done.