She waits for him, back to the wall and when someone passes her by, she meets them with a flat look. The blood on her face still, that raggedness that comes from battle that sits easy behind her eyes when they get too close. Easy enough to understand, touch her or get any ideas and they'll definitely regret it. Makes them regret the second they go to open their mouths to her and sends them on their way. Hears some mutter about something called Vor, but it makes as much sense to her as anything else does and she lets it slip over her head.

Steps toward him, when he reappears, watching his face as ever. Learning him, in her particular way. Another nod when he asks, wetting her lips, hovering. She had asked, and Illyan was good enough to oblige her. "I thought it would be best. So that you can watch me on behalf of your emperor, and I do not find myself in intolerable company. As long as that is not an imposition to you and your household?"

Does he have a wife? Perhaps a mother that looks after him? Maybe two or three serious sisters that keep him so earnest, just like him? She would make herself easy to them, whatever they needed of her, naturally.