Mother had not been happy.

[i]Sit up straight. I didn't raise you to slouch at the table.

Yes Mother.

No yawning. Only uncouth people yawn in company.

Yes mother.

Don't take the toast today, you look like you've put on weight.

Yes mother.[/i]

And that had been before the interruption. Fortunately, breakfast did not count as "Training time" so the prohibition on distractions wasn't yet in effect. But she could tell from her mother's expression that this day was not off to a promising start. Isabelle hurried to Quar's chambers, as much as was proper, flanked by two of the security staff.

She leaves them by the door as she enters before moving to release Quar's restraints. Whether through some intuition, or just the fact that taking her hostage won't help Quar escape (the guards already have standing orders to ignore any attempt in that regard), she doesn't hesitate to let her prisoner get use of her hands once more.

Or maybe she's just too tired to care. Hopefully her mask is holding, and the tiredness is not too obvious to one unaccustomed to Terenian mores.

Taking a seat across the table she waits with impassive patience for her to sign something, or explain what is on her mind.