Miguel
Zane entered the estate sometime before noon, and he immediately regretted it. There was the smell of food in the air still, and it made his stomach growl in protest, wanting real food in it and not soup. He made his way to the kitchen, and stole some leftover food from breakfast, not really caring what he took.

After eating his fair share of the food, he made to return to his room. He had barely entered and began to remove his shirt, when he spotted Anya sitting on his bed. 

"Madame, I didn't see you." He lowered his shirt as he spoke, "To what do I owe this visit?"
Joseph
She'd been waiting for the man's return all morning. Breakfast had passed with the news of two of her courts intention to be married, and Zane had not arrived. Mikhail had gone with Eric to watch the man spar while they awaited the arrival of 

Zane still hadn't returned. Annoyance bit at her that he hadn't at least stopped by to say goodbye before she left, so she headed to his room, wondering if the man had slipped in unannounced and that's why they hadn't been notified. The man had been able to slip in and out of the Vincentien courts without anyone blinking an eye, it was entirely possible he slipped past the guards who worked for him. 

He wasn't in his room either, but it wasn't long before he showed. When the door opened she turned her gaze to it, and at his question she pressed her lips into a tight line. 

"I was beginning to wonder if you'd defected, Harmattan."
Miguel
Zane laughed a bit at that, despite the obvious tension on her face. "I may have been hired to kill Mika, but I don't have any plans to continue through on that yet. You don't have to worry too much."

He moved towards the bed and sat down next to her. "Speaking of the young prince, when is he due to return?"
Joseph
"Considering you keep bringing up your recent career opportunity to kill my son, I'm not really interested in telling you when he will be arriving." Anyanka pointed out, and looked him over. He had bags under his eyes, a tired complexion, and what looked to be bread crumbs down the front of his shirt.

"You look significantly worse for wear that you did a week ago." She pointed out, picking a crumb from his shirt and flicking it onto the floor.
Miguel
"Damn, there goes plan B." He mumbled jokingly at her saying she wouldn't tell him when Mika would arrive.

"I haven't had much sleep or food as of late, but I'll be fine." He told her, picking at some of the other crumbs on his clothes. "I'm just looking at it as getting used to the next few weeks."

He rolled his shoulders a bit, hiding his flinch as the cauterized wound moved weird. "Only thing I'm truly worried about is Angelica being the death of me while you're all gone. The sleep and food only pale in comparison to dealing with her."
Joseph
"Trust me, Angelica has bigger things to worry about than harassing you while I'm away." Anya murmured, and didn't miss the flinch. His comment about prepping for the weeks to come by neglecting himself made her roll her eyes and she stood from her place on his bed. 

"Zane you're going to be no use to _anyone_ if you're intentionally exhausting yourself. I'm still waiting on the rest of the travel party to arrive. I'll most likely be here for the rest of the evening, which means _you_" She pressed a finger to his chest. "Need to eat a real meal, and spend the day resting."
Miguel
Zane felt a shiver run through his body as she poked his chest, the day she healed his wound running through his head for a split second. "Anya, even if all of you are to leave tonight, there's still things I have to do for my network alone. All I really need is a quick meal, and I will be fine."

"Besides, I need to start organizing some of the things that run through your office into mine and Angelica's. I don't think I need to remind you, but I'm shit with certain numbers. Like supplies, food, and the treasury." He stood as well at this point, stretching his back a bit. "I don't want any of that heading my way, when I could rather be getting the numbers of patrols, and better yet, the reports from the borders and our men."