She didn't let go of my hands, instead pulling me further into the room. It was a modest office, the kind you'd give a mid-level administrator, not a conqueror. The large oak desk was covered in stacks of parchment, a half-empty mug of tea sitting beside an ink-stained quill. A half-open window let a few shafts of light through. They danced with the stars of my aura, filling the room with warm, yellow light.
"A little out of hand?" she asked as she sat me in a chair, sitting across the desk from me. "It's rare to see you so shaken. Gotta be more than 'a little,' no?"
I forced a small smile, balling my hands in my lap. She listened closely as I explained what had happened, from my initial visions of the inquisitors to our ambush.
"What were they doing in that alley?" she asked when I'd finished.
