Room 418, Friday Evening

[wrongkindofsith]

Despite how long she'd been pacing Cara hadn't quite yet managed to wear a hole in her floor, but that was largely due to the fact the carpet was very durable.

She forced herself not to open the door every time her circuit of the room took her near. With no real way to communicate between here and the Midlands, she was only going to know if Richard or Kahlan was coming was when they did or didn't arrive.

Besides, it wasn't like she had any reason to expect them to come again, given showing up last time had been more than she deserved.

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[rahlyrahlywant.livejournal.com]

Rahl didn't even bother trying to suppress is smirk at having that tidbit just handed to him. He carefully filed the name away as he stalked closer, emboldened by the lack of visible weapons.

"Well, doesn't this bring back memories," he said, once he judged that he was just close enough.

[wrongkindofsith]

The effect was immedatate, but subtle, Cara's stance not changing but the tension returning to her muscles, her expression freezing before smoothing into a bored mask. Her eyes didn't even flick across to where she hid her agiels, she knew exactly how long it would take to get to where from where she stood.

"What are you doing here?" More importantly had he done something to Richard, Kahlan, or Zedd in order to get here?

[rahlyrahlywant.livejournal.com]

He reached over to tuck an errant stand of hair behind her ear, tracing the backs of his fingers along her neck. "You can't have been much older than this the first time you and your sisters were presented to me." He remembered that she hadn't been much for flinching even then.

"If you're concerned about my dear brother, he's still among the living," Rahl added, answering the unasked question first. "But I simply had to see this with my own eyes, especially since someone was kind enough enough to invite me. Rumour is even faster than journey book, but rarely as accurate."

[wrongkindofsith]

An invitation. If Cara ever found out who sent him that, there would be a new opening in the office staff.

But she had a much more urgent problem to take care off first. Even as out of practice by Mord'Sith standards as she was, she wouldn't need much time, a handful of heartbeats.

[rahlyrahlywant.livejournal.com]

Rahl knew the signs of a Mord'Sith looking for the moment to strike. He also knew when to pick his battles, it was why he'd left the door open and ready for a strategic retreat. "I won't keep you," he said, voice soft, grinning as he started to back away. "Not when we have the entire weekend to catch up."

Fleeing was entirely the wrong word for what he did then. Not when he didn't actually run.