Sit. [Carefully swinging her leg down so it doesn't fall asleep, she taps her foot on the ground so Korrin can come sit in front of her between her knees.] Put it by the fire for a minute first, I won't have to work it so much.

With a shard in his hand-- [Maybe that's unfair but Araceli went through that, and it wasn't just rifters who suffered as evidence by the natives tortured alongside them. Mal might be a mercenary but the Venatori are hunting too.

So she sighs, pushes it all out of her lungs as carefully as she can. Walls make her feel hemmed in, and the gardens are a reminder of how far she is from everything familiar; why everyone kept asking her if she wanted to go there is beyond her. People that didn't know her, fine, but anyone that did and she wanted to scream at them. Still does sometimes. Three words taunt her from places she can't shoot them down, always out of reach.] If I go anywhere I'll leave a note, or I'll send Lux if I think I'll be gone long.

[Because she's not going to admitting she's made her painstaking huffing way to hide with the Kestrels because people might suspect, but no one has a shred of proof. She'd like to keep it that way, a little freedom in her pocket.]