( she watches him carefully. now that she's seen the violence in him, she's looking for it. living in anticipation of it. she doesn't trust anyone, but people are predictable and patterns you can trust. patterns make sense. when he backs off from the glass, there's a very minuscule drop to the tension in her shoulders. juuvan's gone quiet and still as the grave. )

Funny thing about places like this, you're never really alone. If your every move isn't being watched, the powers that be aren't doing their jobs properly.

( she got away with all she did simply because she greased the right palms. it was messy, but it worked. here, she needs to start over. belatedly, it's occurred to her that she could have been anyone else but vandii. yarelia is gone, taken by the undying night, but she could have picked another name. she could have, but she didn't. and now, this is where they've ended up.

she cocks her head at him. considering. )

Do you want to get out of here?

( she says it conspiratorially, like it's an invitation. it's not. honestly, you couldn't pay her to go anywhere alone with his man. but maybe the fresh air would do him good. )