Neither Tara nor Bronwyn said much as they walked the short distance to Tara's flat. Tara was quietly and gently seething, and Bronwyn was watching the shadows and the rooftops. The Lord and Lady knew she made use of both when she tracked her own prey.<br/>Tara unlocked the door, the jingle of her keys seeming much too loud in the quiet walkway.<br/>"Thank you for walking me home." she said stiffly as she opened the door. Irritated as she was, apparently some manners were too well ingrained for her to ignore.<br/>"Welcome." Bronwyn muttered.<br/>"Is there any use in telling you not to do it again?" Tara asked, tossing her purse inside.<br/>"Likely not." Bronwyn chuckled.<br/>"FYI? This whole paranoia thing you're doing is not making things easier. You really should try to relax once in a while."<br/>Bronwyn stared at Tara in surprise, then caught herself. "I relax." she said, now the one on the defensive.