[ She concluded then, when his assessment rings so easily true, that she is not at all hiding it well. Her taut shoulders were already beginning to form sore knots, and it was that infinitely untamed part to her being that continued to writhe just beneath her skin even as her frame hummed with weariness.

Even, measured calm was far beyond her reaches still. (Could she even use Kyne's Peace on herself?) ] Unused to any bonds, at that. It's not in my nature.

[ Aside from bonds of her purpose, but that was different. ] But all bonds break.

A fact you sound aware of. [ She tastes the drink with caution, with no desire to bear poison from their captors. She tips her head to the direction of the court, before turning to watch him again. ] They seem unnervingly pleased with themselves.