She would not curse; in fact she refused to curse. Not going to… a breathless sigh escaped her lips as the mage glared at the sturdy door in front of her. Peering over the bundle of clothes held firmly to her chest Lee tried to spot someone, anyone, to help her with the rather uncooperative door which seemed to be staring her smugly in the face. Wretched thing.
Glancing about once more her shoulders slumped when no one appeared from around the bend. Giving into the urge to pout the girl cautiously toed the entrance to the dorms before sighing once more. Briefly she considered just head butting the thing and seeing if Constans would come and let her in except such an action was not at all dignified and she was not about to lower herself to ramming a door. Yet at any rate.
Shifting the bundle of robes higher she tightened her grip on them before she brought up her other hand to her mouth and bit down on the knotted fabric tying together her second bundle. The cook who had tied it for her said it would make it easier for her to carry but all the small package had done so far was deny her a free hand. Said hand was now free and perfectly capable of opening the door before her and did just that.
Slowly prying open the door she shoved one slippered foot into the opening less the cursed door close in her face and hurriedly reclaimed the parcel dangling from in between her teeth. Satisfied she gently pushed one shoulder against the heavy wood and made her way into the hall, footsteps light as she made her way towards the bed Constans had claimed earlier. Spotting him sitting on the lower bunk she opened her mouth, prepared to greet him, when she finally got a good glance at him.
The bath had done wonders for him but it laid bare every cut and bruise that marred the child’s skin for her viewing pleasure. She could hear her bones cracking as her hands tightened in rage and with some amount of shock she realized she could feel an ache behind her eyes that always foretold the coming of tears. The First Enchanter had said his journey here had been a difficult one but this was not what she had thought he meant. She had assumed the manner of his discovery had been jarring, that people had not reacted well but… but not this. This was too much. What sort of monsters did this to a child, bound them so tightly that the very skin was ripped from the boy’s wrists? With disgust the answer came to her.
Mouth snapping shut she pulled her gaze away from his wrists and stared into his eyes, gaze lifeless. Her jaw clenched spasmodically and it was something of a battle for her to open her mouth long enough for words to slip out. She managed though and it was with a hollow, brittle voice that her question slipped out, dead eyes still locked onto those of the boy before her.