Tanna flinched a bit at the beating her Lieutenant gave the prisoner, but only because it had surprised her.  After the second and third strikes, she casually gestured the Officer to cease, asking again calmly, "Your name?"

"Kyrinn," he grunted.  "Kyrinn of Baylon Bay."

"Oh, sorry," she said with a sincere tone.  The story of Baylon Bay was a tragic one that went far beyond the invasion of it by Westmoreland forces.  "Well, if you have friends and family who survived, I hope they are somewhere safe."

She gave his groin and the still slightly obvious bulge there another glance, smiled, then excused the Guards.  The Lieutenant wanted to leave at least 2 mean behind -- possibly including himself -- but when Tanna asked if Kyrinn was a threat of escape, he shook his head.  

"I'll be fine, Lieutenant," she told him, sending him on his way.  "My servants will back soon to watch over me."

Now alone in the tent with the enemy soldier, Tanna headed for her bed of dozens of downy pillows.  She laid down without a word to the man, closed her eyes, and simply drifted off to sleep. 

Minutes later, the servants returned with food, water, and drink.  They were surprised and even a bit concerned to find no Guards, but seeing that the prisoner seemed very well secured, they just went about their duties quietly, preparing the tent for the evening's celebration.