[He'll find her there alone, looking out of the window at the growing expanse of clouds above the castle, now stretching out to the desert -- almost like she was waiting for him. Which, knowing her, she very likely was. Her informal dress is only a cover, much like Art's, if anyone should interrupt them.
She turns to him, slowly, smiling as she beholds him. Everything they've planned for is so close, now... it almost makes her nostalgic.]
Art! I was just recalling our first meeting. Quite the chance of fate, don't you agree? [It wasn't anything like fate, which both of them know, but rather they were incredibly lucky for him to be able to contact her without alerting any suspicions, and for her to agree to see him and not destroy him as a supposed spy.]