Loki'd >:(

[brosif]

[Sif has sent word for Sansa and gotten no reply. Something the girl's upbringing would never allow.

Her suspicions go, first, towards the mother of Dragons. But to state as such would reveal too much.]

Has anyone seen the Princess Stone, as of late? I need to speak with her.

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[tenuefarfalla]

It's not so much that Cho doesn't fit the role. It's more that she knows exactly why whatever magic brought her here might put her into the role of Princess instead of Warrior, and she doesn't feel connected to that life any more. Out of necessity. To keep herself safe. Because if she lets herself dwell on the life she's fighting so hard to get back to, the life that's being kept from her, she's not sure she'll be able to keep it together.

"They are," she says, with a dismissive shrug. "I just don't live in them. These are the rooms that were given to me when I arrived, but the castle is too difficult to defend, it's impossible to reliably lock any doors, the staff has no concept of privacy... I prefer surroundings I can control, and that's impossible here." Her assigned staff seems to deflate a little, but they don't say anything.

Cho finishes the steak as quickly as she can, standing on slightly wobbly legs and getting herself a glass of water. "I prefer where I am. The stables are private, the wall is alarmed, and the layout is easily defensible. I feel secure there." As secure as she can feel in this place. "You don't need to concern yourself. Charlie knows the way." Though she's not about to argue with Sif if she wants to come along. It would be a waste of energy. Instead, she's focusing all she has into getting her boots back on her feet, waving off the help being offered. She's a grown woman, a sorceress with two masters degrees and most of a doctorate - she can put on her own damn shoes.

[brosif]

"If you wish."

Sif is not generally one to coddle. If Cho says she is not in need of assistance, Sif will take her at her word.

...plus, the castle staff is exceedingly nosy and will most assuredly see to the woman in the event of a collapse.

"Shall I meet you at the stables at dawn, then?"

[tenuefarfalla]

"I have no wishes. Not about this. But you seem agitated and I'm sure there are things you'd rather be doing right now than seeing me home." Cho's pretty sure she can get there without incident. She's good at knowing her limits. That doesn't mean she always stops before she reaches them, but she recognizes them as they go sailing past.

"Stables at dawn," she agrees, getting both boots on her feet, forgoing the laces that tighten them around her upper calf. She'll just be taking them off again as soon as she's back in her room.

She stands up, takes a deep breath, and throws back her shoulders. One hand on the hilt of her sword, as though it gives her balance. Which is just silly, as it's attached to her.