The first thing she notices upon waking up is that it feels like she's breathing through one lung - She's taken the fact that she can feel stones wherever they were granted she realizes in a panic. Now it's like part of her is missing. The second she realizes is that she is not alone and this is not their caravan out of Gyongxe - and after her treatment at the hands of the Emperor of Yanjing it sets every instinct to survive, fight or flight, on edge.

She's out of bed in moments, grabbing at her sleeves where the knives are hidden. She doesn't have as many as Briar's eleven and she knows against any Emperor soldier without her pwoers she's as weak as a kitten, but - She'll fight them tooth and nail if she has to.

Except the voice that hails her isn't an obviously Emperor soldier. The room they're in doesn't even look like it's something out of anywhere she's been. And while it doesn't make her anymore aggressive, she hunches back on her feet with brown eyes cold. "How should I know?" She demands, sounding far rougher than she should.