It cannot be done. [Smirking right back at Korrin, she shakes her head, tucking her hair behind her ears again when it falls loose.] Everything comes through Castileos at least once, I've seen it all. Even the fur from seals who come from the sea cannot tempt me. It was always a good excuse [her voice lowers a fraction, just to be safe] in the palace for some or all of us from hot climbs which was most of us, to pile into one bed together. Consolidating heat and blankets.

[Very big beds but sometimes you stick six young ladies and even the queen in there and suddenly it's just a tangle of limbs and hair.

Nodding to Korrin's reply, she tucks it into the back of her head; she trusts her judgement with people but as with most things, it's usually better to go in with a blank slate. It's the reason she doesn't feel she's truly 'met' some people if they've only worked together on certain missions, whilst still holding the impression in her head. How you are under pressure reveals so much about you, when you're forced to go with your instincts, or if you react without thinking.]

Where did he go? Did he even send word? I never knew him or your friend Asher well but this place is very loud and large, quite like both of them. People never go though, you always carry pieces of them with you. Not just things like my father's cards and Marjani's rapiers. I am the lessons my parents and teachers imparted, all the people I have ever met and loved.