<span style="font-family:Vidaloka">Her question wasn’t one that he could really answer and it wasn’t because he didn’t know or because he had lied at all which left him in a weird sort of situation. Never once did he say that she wasn’t <i>allowed</i> to be there. He just hadn’t expected her to be there and for his plans, no one was supposed to be there aside from him. Wesley decided to let the question fall by the side and leave it be that way. It wasn’t worth divulging who he was, what he was doing where he was or why he was there. Almost nothing was worth that, though. <br/>
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His eyes widened at her second phrase, though. <i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue">‘She must not wander very often if she’s this uncertain as to whether or not I really belong here.’</span></i> He wasn’t trying to be rude with the thought, but as he looked her over with his eyes briefly, he could guess that she wasn’t from this corner of the castle. The fact that she wasn’t from this corner of the castle made it more frightening to be encountering her, though, because people from other areas of the castle were the ones with more power, more influence, more ability to make his life miserable. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“I’m not a servant,”</b></span> Wesley stated simply, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“and you’re right. I don’t belong here. I don’t even know anyone I could tell that you’re here.”</b></span> That wasn’t much incentive for her to keep his presence a secret, but for some silly reason or another, Wesley trusted her. She seemed to innocent to be plotting anything. <br/>
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Despite that trust, though, Wesley wasn’t inclined to stick around. He smiled at her briefly and then he muttered, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"><b>“Have a good night,”</b></span> before he ran off. Being found by someone would’ve normally had him running off the grounds completely, but this time, he didn’t. Wesley just opted to run to wherever he could find space to rest and try to sleep again. He was fairly sure he was fast enough that she couldn’t follow and she didn’t seem like the kind of person who would go and look for him, either. And if she did, then he would leave. It would be the only way to get away from her. <br/>
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Quick footsteps carried him away from her faster than would’ve allowed for him to hear anything else she had to say. It took a while. It took a lot of running in circles because he didn’t know much about the rest of the grounds, but eventually he found a place. Right behind the kitchens, there was an area for cooks to step outside. It could pose problems in the morning, but for the time being, he just needed rest so that was his own risk to take.</span>