Triumphant return

[Oriena]

She left the library. She left the guard. Sweet, docile, obedient. But her patience for this boring charade had reached its limit. When the small Atharim pulled them into the corridor, imparting a furious warning, interest lit her expression. White moved on with barely an acknowledgement, but Ori lingered.

Her head tilted, considering. Secrets were her currency, and she had a nose for their alluring scent. Suspicion glittered her gaze as she looked him over. If he saw the small flaws in Jaxen's disguise, he had no reason to spare them; entombed in the Bacarrat's heart, the advantage was his. It fluttered other possibilities in her mind - why it might be in his interest not to call attention to intruders. How he even knew that's what they were.

Could he see the power warping Jaxen's appearance? Because admitting such perception would reveal something awfully dangerous about him. Certainly something he could not allow his brethren to know. And oh what a secret that would be.

Ori's expression warmed as she stepped closer. Her gaze sought to unmask, searching him for hint of deception. Offering the promise of confidence. A smile played soft on her lips. "If you suspect us, little bird, for what possible reason might you let us simply leave?"