"Well, at least you've kept your eyesight." he said, standing in the doorway and looking at his sister. He'd know her anywhere, in any garb, at any time. But just for her sake he put on his best scowl.
"Did you mess with my papers again, Elia?" he asked, leaning against his doorjamb and cleaning his nails with a very sharp dagger. "Because if you did then you could save yourself some time and throw yourself back into your cell." he said with a grin.