Less than a handful of days had passed since Panther had returned her safely. With only a fractured rib and whelts that were healing well, she was thankful that matters had not gone any worse than they had.

Though she was as quiet as a shadow, and her self-chiding was a muted thing, it was a steady thing. How she could have allowed herself to have been put into that situation she was still wondering at.

The cloth was put to the table in Sid's room. She had started again with things slowly, so that she didn't hinder her rib from healing and the bruise at her side had begun to turn sickly green-purple. Her head hung a little, shaking negatively.

There had been upset in the area of RhyDin proper days before. With so many watching, how had Gracus and his camp made it in without talk of it?

Over and over, her own thoughts chided her. Until she paused in the dusting to look over Sid's room to see if she had missed anything. She pulled the door open and left it, closing and locking it securely before stepping back down the hall.

Hints of words said by Panther were caring for her. Those words were in her thoughts again as the small one moved away from the steps of that level, back down to where their rooms stood nearby one another. Before his closed door, she came to stand and lifted a hand to linger against the wooden surface of it.

Pensively, her hand stayed up the door as it slid to the handling of it. Lightly, there was a smile. There was that first moment of acceptance of what could be without worry of what others might think. Only what he might.

She finally opened the door and made her way inside with that smile on her face of gentle acceptance.