The dark doors of the Black Horn Office closed behind Simon and Sonya.
They crossed the courtyard beneath the gazes of several officials and guards, and Simon's thoughts remained on the unconscious vice-leader.
Sonya followed him down the broad steps and after they were a good distance away from the Black Horn Office, she turned her face in his direction.
"So, where are we going?"
"You can return to the inn if you want to, or you can go wherever you want."
Her steps slowed.
"And you?"
"I have something I need to do."
Sonya stared at him for several seconds. Although her pale eyes could not see his expression, the slight change in his breathing and the calm rhythm of his footsteps told her enough.
"This is about the rebel, isn't it?"
Simon chose not to deny it since the answer was fairly obvious.
Sonya's lips slowly curled into a grin.
"Do you need this Honourable's help?"
"No."
Her smile disappeared immediately.
"You answered too quickly."
