To be fair, until recently, I thought I was sharing quarters with a fearsome Fjerdan witch-hunter. [ alina towels through her wet hair one last time, but messily. ] The night of the winter fete, before I woke up here, an assassin made it into the Little Palace. He was looking for me.

[ kirigan had wielded that information against her as a weapon. she has made peace with what happened to marie now. she can't do anything about it, but she needs to acknowledge that nowhere is safe — inside this camp or otherwise — when you are the sun summoner. ]

But ... I think you might be right. I'm probably being overcautious, here.

[ she smiles, thin and tremulous. the other issue, of course, is that she is always trying to make an impression on him. there is no 'when.' she hasn't heard any stories of what happened to grisha who escaped the little palace and turned on the second army because as far as she knows there are none, and she knows that he'll see it as a weakness, a point of betrayal, if she strips off his color before she gets him out of his own. ]

I'll put more thought towards it.