Princess Adila is in hiding. 

She's walking through the streets of the Bazaar, cloak thick and heavy around her shoulders, darting from shadow to shadow. She's doesn't think that she's been followed but she can't be entirely sure. She could be struck down at any moment and only absolute vigilance would keep her safe.

After all, she'd just asked the Captain how old she was. And not in a polite way either. And then she'd tried to explain that wasn't what she meant, she was just curious about her eye and - and that was about the moment to call it a night by way of escaping out of the nearest window before the Captain's expression came down from polite surprise.

Not her most graceful exit, but not her least graceful one either. She sighed, but smiled a little as she looked up at the moon. Still a hatchling at heart, even now.

And she's home.

She runs a claw along the side of a building, traces her footsteps in an almost-dancing pattern across the cobbles, letting the feeling of the stones run up through her feet. She's had a lot of time to come to grips with the idea that this place didn't need her any more. The day when her time here would be over entirely. But she'd thought it'd just be her cast out alone - and instead it was the entire Watch. Disbanded. Undone. Everyone she knew was in this strange, dead-end spot alongside her. It wasn't that she'd left home, it's that home had stopped existing. The Watch was gone. The Bazaar was changed almost beyond recognition, piled up and down and backwards like a branch of Devilhome. 

She genuinely had no idea how to feel about any of it.

She'd thought it would be sadness. She'd built all of her expectations for years around the idea of this being a sad moment. But when it had happened it had been nothing like she'd expected. She'd expected the mood of a funeral to her goodbye but it hadn't been that at all...

Her home was here, her family was here... but everything was upside-down, literal and metaphorical. Her emotions were frozen in the moment of change and she didn't know if she should laugh or cry or explode. They'd done it! They'd finished the mission! Couldn't they have just... stalled a little longer instead? Then at least she wouldn't have to figure out to do with this incomprehensible victory.

The silence was broken by a tiny little puff of laughter. She understood Adila I a little better now. 

Ahead, a broken clock chimed.