Kana followed Evaya down the familiar corridor, the tension in her shoulders refusing to melt away despite the relative quiet of the High Priestess's wing.
Her steps felt heavier than usual, weighed down by the memories of what had almost happened. She glanced at the passing walls and sighed.
"My luggage's still in the other wing…I didn't get a chance to grab anything."
She muttered, almost to herself, her expression a mix of regret and fatigue.
Evaya slowed just enough to glance back at her.
"I'll send someone for it. You shouldn't go back there. Not for a while."
She said with a reassuring tone, though her face remained serious.
Kana nodded, but her brow furrowed.
"Still… isn't this whole thing kind of backwards? I'm supposed to be working quietly, blending in. If I stay here and let people see me every day, won't that ruin everything? I'm not supposed to be in the spotlight."
Evaya let out a long breath.
