Sophia had been sitting at the table, her face buried in her hands, when she heard a familiar voice. She slowly raised her face from her hands, turning her head slowly towards the girl who was approaching them. A bright red jacket confirmed her suspicion. "Feril?" She was surprised to see the girl. The last time they'd been in contact was when the courier had been carried away by Sir Thomas for questioning. In all the commotion they'd been facing, she hadn't stopped to think what may have happened to the girl. "Feril! You're alright!" It didn't matter that they'd only spoken for a few minutes. A friendly face at this point felt like a godsend. It sounded like Feril, too, had been thrown into an odd situation. The princess motioned for the girl to take a seat with them. "Things have been... bad. But no, the Order didn't send us off. We were attacked during the commotion." Sophia frowned a bit. "We left the Palace, apparently the Order arrested the regent. I don't know, things have gotten so confusing." She glanced back towards the door. "I'm afraid we probably don't know much more than you do." Sophia looked across the table, noticing a rather confused-looking Eva looking Feril over. "Oh, Eva, this is Feril, Feril, Eva." She motioned between the two of them, and then gave Eva a nod, as if to say 'she's alright'.