Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180315194244

Trust looks around at the trappings passively, as if she were observing the weather. It wasn't that she was unimpressed, but rather, her mind was focused on what the eye couldn't see. Her ears swiveled occasionally, towards some dark corner; she took short, sharp breaths through her nose, smelling for any signs of Imperia.

When her eyes do go over the flowing tapestries and glittering windows, she gives a long sigh.

"Such things to please the eyes, and nothing else. A shame, yes."

She watches as Armata is shackled. She chooses not to say anything at first, but then sees he makes no effort to escape. She points with a taloned finger.

"Do you wish for me to break those bindings for you?" She asks dryly, with no hint of sarcasm.