Priscilla watched Jazelle cautiously enter her room, confused and mentally assaulted with more questions about the girl than answers. Nonetheless, it wasn't her place to inquire about it; she was just a servant. Sometimes, such as this, she suspected that the simpler life is much better.

The servant gave a quick curtesy, turned away, and left the girl to her peace. She assumed that the foreigner would close her own door.

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Priscilla waited until the sun was high in the sky- maybe a full hand off the horizon- before she knocked on Jazelle's door. It was about the same time as Sunder's wake-up, since he always slept in, due to his demanding job. If she ever mentioned waking up earlier, Sunder was always quick to point out that there was a reason he ate big meals, three or sometimes four times a day, and didn't have any flab whatsoever. Thus, she was hesitant to come any sooner- and Sunder wanted Jazelle to break their fast with him, anyways.

So, she knocked on the door, and awaited a response.