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.

[ooc: open]

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[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.