There was a great comfort in being dressed as the Lady of Kenyon once again. For the first time in quite a while, she felt more like herself, even given the distinct lack of control over her life. It was one thing to give one's life to a kingdom, but quite another to have it taken by strange creatures who directed her from one place to another with seeming no reason for any of it. Although, she had to admit that this new setting was far better than a cave.
In the common room, Rayne moved silently, but for the shh of deep green velvet and black silk on the floor. She'd taken a glass of deep ruby liquid from the window, drank it down on the spot, and then accepted another. It was still warm, and sweeter than she imagined it would be.
When she saw a familiar figure sitting at a table a small distance away, she joined him.
"Greetings," she said quietly, then gestured to the seat across from him. "May I?"