Tetramis watched impassively as Zane sent the guards away. The hairs on the back of her neck rose as Zane's body seemed to shift and split. Her hand flew to her sword and she drew out a full inch of steel before realizing that it was safe and slid the blade back slowly into its sheath.<br/><br/>She turned to Zane, "I trust that you've this handled. I shall take my leave now." She left, walking to her room. The dull throbbing had returned full force, causing her to grit her teeth as her scalp threatened to split open. Hurriedly, she opened a small container only to find that her precious source of comfort was expanded. She kneaded her scalp clenching her teeth in pain, she decided that the medical bay would have something better and stronger for her.