She looked away until the sound of him urinating no longer beat against the ground. Despite her nonchalant demeanor, her cheeks were red. She let him have his privacy, convinced that he was hers now. She had checked his body for weapons, and left him with all his jewelry, hoping he'd reveal which one, if any, he'd use as a tool for his magic. Judging by his behavior when he first awoke, she'd have to remove all jewelry near his hands. She wasn't worried about him running, he wouldn't get far with her clan's concoction in his system.<br/><br/>Now that the hardest part of her mission was over, all she had to do was keep him alive. She turned, tossing a wedge of cheese into his chest with a thunk. "Six minutes." And then she could catch a few hours of rest herself. It was late her for her. Outsiders called her clan the Night Children for a reason. For generations, centuries, as far back as anyone alive could account for, they followed a nocturnal schedule. No one knew why anymore, but one thing was for certain-- it would be damn hard to kidnap a prince from his home in broad daylight.<br/><br/>She picked up her half eaten bread, folded her legs underneath her, and watched her charge. She didn't let herself respond to his proddings. He could call her anything he wanted, she couldn't exactly blame him, but it wouldn't accomplish anything other than get him drugged. Again. She wondered, for a moment what it would be like to be in his position. How would she handle this? She tilted her head at him, her thoughts unreadable as she studied his composure.