If she had tried, she could have come up the other way to the cells instead of down the steps but after being hauled down from a wall by guards before being questioned, she chooses the stairs. She has nothing to hide, like she told Seeker Pentaghast, but appearing into the prison after what she witnessed from the walls might send the wrong impression.

There is more than just her to consider after all, and that's the thought that has her face pinching.

Her murmurs are soft when she speaks to the guards; she has no designs on the prisoner, she will surrender her weapons if that will set them at ease, her name is given so they will know. Still, it takes a while for her to approach, and when she does her hair is pinched, the cold night wind tugging at her curls.

"What have you done?" Her accent is thicker even though her voice is still pitched low, an ugly note of suspicion mixed in after everything that seems to have caught up with her.