Khalida looks up with a small smirk. “Good morning. Get your beauty rest? Well, basically a royal party on steroids with a few tables of over advertised random things for auction. That’s usually how it is,” she shrugs. 

Sorcha hums an old Scottish song softly as she hugs him. 

Asa smiles brightly. “My superior always said that I was fearless to a fault.” She shrugs. “They say death changes you, but I don’t know. I don’t feel any different, maybe a better hunter?” 

A few minutes later, the pilot makes the announcement that they’re about to land.