Zourvy made clear that there was no need to be alarmed by the guard — though, Amaris might find that they shared an opinion with Praetorum. The level of trust they might have for any of the individuals in the room was varying, with the guard at the bottom of the rankings. He could be a traitor, through and through; he could give them up without hesitation to save themselves. They glanced to the door, unsure of if some other guard would appear just beyond it when they attempted to leave. “If you say so.”
But, as Prae relaxed — the one individual they trusted most in the room — they followed suit. They covered the short distance to their belongings. The infuriating presence of cat hairs might have been a hindrance before, but it made it a whole lot easier to find their bag. They pulled it down from where it’d been placed, slinging it over their shoulder to root around in it. Amaris breathed a sigh as they felt the spare change of clothing they kept. With their back to the others, they dressed quickly, shimmying on clothing under the tunic. It took some effort, but it was soon done and they turned back.
They dipped their hands into the bag again, and felt the familiar handle of their weapon. They swallowed. The last time they had held this, they had died. Hopefully, there would not be a repeat of what happened on the island. They’d much preferred living, for the time being. Praetorum spoke and they nodded. “Let’s.”
But, as Prae relaxed — the one individual they trusted most in the room — they followed suit. They covered the short distance to their belongings. The infuriating presence of cat hairs might have been a hindrance before, but it made it a whole lot easier to find their bag. They pulled it down from where it’d been placed, slinging it over their shoulder to root around in it. Amaris breathed a sigh as they felt the spare change of clothing they kept. With their back to the others, they dressed quickly, shimmying on clothing under the tunic. It took some effort, but it was soon done and they turned back.
They dipped their hands into the bag again, and felt the familiar handle of their weapon. They swallowed. The last time they had held this, they had died. Hopefully, there would not be a repeat of what happened on the island. They’d much preferred living, for the time being. Praetorum spoke and they nodded. “Let’s.”
