Coatleque said her goodnight to the head guard on duty at the gaols. She handed over the large keyring and signed herself off the roster for the night before stepping back out to the Palace. It wasn't the typical prison used by the Brass Blades, or the Flames. These cells belonged to the Sultansworn. Used for high-level political prisoners, not common thugs. Still, it was a prison none the less.
This afternoon had been emotionally draining on the Knight. Her ward was no stranger to visitors tonight, and Coatleque had the unfortunate duty of eavesdropping the whole time. Unpleasant conversation had at least born fruit in the end. Some potential new leads in her case were now known, and Roen herself seemed to be the most hopeful that she had been since her arrival.
And there was her own nightly visit of course. Coatleque had made it a point that her last action each night would be to see that Roen was well accommodated for. Tonight she requested additional light, so a fireless torch would need to be provided. She also desired to speak again, which was a good step. To be able to speak of her ordeal without breaking down, to revisit the feelings while maintaining her composure. It meant she was finally able to look past it.
Telling the woman of her own past also gave Coatleque a small sense of relief. They had some common ground to share. Roen would not need to bear her pain alone at least, just as Coatleque had in Sapphire so many moons ago. Sapphire... F'lierre. She hadn't thought of her in some time. The Knight hoped she had survived somewhere, somehow.
Drained. Yes, drained. Her shift was over, it was time to relax before the night ended.
This afternoon had been emotionally draining on the Knight. Her ward was no stranger to visitors tonight, and Coatleque had the unfortunate duty of eavesdropping the whole time. Unpleasant conversation had at least born fruit in the end. Some potential new leads in her case were now known, and Roen herself seemed to be the most hopeful that she had been since her arrival.
And there was her own nightly visit of course. Coatleque had made it a point that her last action each night would be to see that Roen was well accommodated for. Tonight she requested additional light, so a fireless torch would need to be provided. She also desired to speak again, which was a good step. To be able to speak of her ordeal without breaking down, to revisit the feelings while maintaining her composure. It meant she was finally able to look past it.
Telling the woman of her own past also gave Coatleque a small sense of relief. They had some common ground to share. Roen would not need to bear her pain alone at least, just as Coatleque had in Sapphire so many moons ago. Sapphire... F'lierre. She hadn't thought of her in some time. The Knight hoped she had survived somewhere, somehow.
Drained. Yes, drained. Her shift was over, it was time to relax before the night ended.
