She nods, following along with him. Like she had much of a choice, in some regards. She was no more than a vassal, at this point. Defenceless, keenly aware of her position that she's at the mercy of whatever they wished to do with her. Meeting the Emperor might be a foot towards secure some kind of position for herself.

"I am sure it will be more suitable than being soaked in blood." A upkick of her mouth, an attempt of humour up until she realises he will be leaving her soon.

"It will be you who comes for me?" She turns to face him, looking up at him, careful, watchful. That edge of knowing she's far beyond her own element here. Far be it from her to admit vulnerability, but she is, and she can't imagine he's unaware.