Kehah had tensed even more as they entered a courtyard and came face to face with the Onyx Empire convoy, flicking a blade into her hand. Muscles coiled tight and senses on high alert, she kept her place behind the representative she'd fallen behind as they walked through the gate. She didn't have an instinct to protect, per se, but she knew that if a boy no older than 20 was chosen as a representative, he had to have skill and strength; this made him both beneficial to stay near, and- if she could help it- ensured his longevity.

The green Knight announced that they could rest and Kehah had to resist the scoff that built in her throat. Rest how? The two enemy convoys were within spitting distance of each other. However, the representative let his shoulders slump just the slightest bit, belying his weariness.

She watched him walk to a corner and stare out; he'd chosen a resting place with vantage points. Good. Her purple hair fell over her gray eyes as she tilted her head and glared across the courtyard, arms still crossed and hidden blade held tight. [i]'These are the people that took you, Zav,'[/i] she thought, her calculating gaze falling on a portly man in lavish clothes unfit for the journey to Grimm. [i]'This pathetic bunch of royals and soldiers took you from me.'[/i] if possible, her glare grew colder just as she felt eyes fall upon her.

It was the Representative, most likely sizing people up. Though she'd like to act like she didn't know why his gaze fell on her, she knew; shocking purple hair, clouded gray eyes of steel, and an intimidating presence tended to either draw people to her or scare them away. She idly wondered what her volunteer file said to gain her the look he was giving; he seemed to be deciding whether or not she'd bite his head off as his eyes fell away from her piercing ones and continuedo across the courtyard.

With the steady resolve she's known for, she walked over to him without turning her back to the enemy. Reaching his corner, she promptly hopped up and sat on an abandoned barrel, crossing her legs. The blade in her hand was balanced lightlyon her knee as she pulled one of her gloves off with her teeth, then the other. Once her hands were free, she picked the dagger up and placed the tip of the blade under a fingernail, picking at them and cutting them down to an acceptable length. She gave a tilt of the head and a small smirk towards the man.

"Representative." She offered plainly.