Elara had started tidying and organizing her desk, stacking the two sealed letters, one on top of the other and then tapping the bottoms on the wood of the desk to keep them all in line when the door to the bathroom opened once more and she saw first her maid acknowledge her with a nod. "The sustenance for my guests, do not forget." The older vampire reminded her gently as the maid bobbed her head and swept out of the room to see to it. She sighed and turned back to the other work on her desk, the petitions, the demands for recompense from fallen loved ones in the war and set her two sealed letters on top of them. Elara often did things like that to remind her of the outcome of the struggle, the vicious reality that Ava never seemed all that interested about. Ava had been a queen, yes, and commanded her generals to their bloody, invasive work in the other realm, but the consequences she let the council deal with, therein causing a heavy unrest in the rest of the scorched realm they lived in.<br/><br/>She started at Cyne's whisper when he exited the bathing chamber, looking up at him and lifting her eyebrows with interest. Elara pressed her lips together at his request and cleared her throat as she pretended to consider it, rolling her eyes at him. Slowly, each step a calculated measure she walked across the bedchamber and folded her hands before herself, peering at her trophy and whom she had considered a partner in ending the violence. "Of course, but you do realize if you stay as you did the first night, and the second, her suspicions would be aroused regardless if we share that information with her willingly or not." Elara's voice was quiet and she kept it low to preserve Cyne's dignity with this former companion in Elara's bathing chamber, this... Sybil. "Would you prefer to stay in the chamber Sybil will be resting in? Or one of your own? Or here?"<br/><br/>With a small smile on the edge of her lips, Elara stepped back from Cyne as her maid and two others entered her chamber, one carrying two trays of food, one carrying one tray that she set at Elara's direction on her desk and the last maid carried a glass bottle, a stopper made of glass with a metal bar fashioned through so as to latch the bottle closed. The dark liquid inside sloshed thickly and Elara held up a hand before that maid and shook her head slowly. "Please return that to storage. I'll not consume that while in company of mortals, I've given my word to the mortal Prince here and I intend to keep it." She said quietly to the maid who bowed respectfully and saw her way out. The other two trays of food had been set on the little table where two chairs were situated, steam wafting from the simple but hearty fare.