Sophia smiled at Feril's words. "Thank you, Feril, I appreciate that." It seemed the people in Great Hall were beginning to disperse. She giggled slightly at Feril's comment. "Oh, no, none taken, I understand." It was true, royal affairs tended to move with the speed of an arthritic tortoise, she couldn't dispute that fact. As she talked to the courier, she noticed a glimmer out of the corner of her eye. She gradually turned her head, seeing a suit of white armor and a familiar face: Thomas. She froze for a moment before turning back to Feril. "I believe we have company, Miss Tatchet." A faint look of worry appeared on her face.

Jezin took a seat on the hay pile, leaning against the wall of his cell. A fine situation he'd landed himself in this time. He wondered how things would go now. He felt he would probably be here for a while, regardless of what Thomas had said. He was also worried where the knight had left to. He had promised not to do anything to Sophia or Eva, but he had little reason to trust Thomas' word at this point. Jorun sat quietly a few cells down. He still refused to speak. Alia lay across her bedroll in the far cell. She continued muttering about the unfairness of their situation under her breath.