Yalanilue had raised an eyebrow at the human’s wink, and had huffed softly when the man reveals he’s a traitor. She masks her anger carefully. She sighs and gets in the carriage, watching the prisoner. She crosses her arms as she’s forced to sit across from the prisoner.
Siamyo follows Bellamy to the training room. “Hello half breed,” she greets Aya in passing. “Shade,” she greets Simon as she passes him and continues to the training room, Gualnar on her heels.