Toria had already become accustomed to the sound of her betrothed's footsteps. Ordinarily, her own footsteps were nearly silent and she'd snuck up on family and friends without meaning to countless times. However, in dark times like these, she'd concluded that unintentionally sneaking up on anyone might end up with a dagger stabbed somewhere into her body. Throat, stomach, heart...either way, it was best to make people aware of her presence unless she was consciously trying to sneak around.
"Jaer," she greeted quietly. "I'd been hoping to speak with you again."