She returned to her room in the barracks, her mind in thought once more as she gathered her weapons. The white top she wore had an uneven hemming that danced around her thighs, the dark leather under bust holding the loose fabric to her slender frame. She had black leggings around her legs, brown leather hiking boots rising just above her ankles, fitting loose around her ankles. The sleeves were loose, allowing her to move easily as the fell just over her fingertips, the sleeves wide. At her shoulder, she had throwing knives harnessed, two thin bladed swords at her hips as she moved, pulling the loose hood from that top over her head, the fabric wide around her, shadowing her face slightly.<br/><br/>She hurried out of the building, moving to the north gate. Rea was still confused with why he wanted to meet here, but she didn't question it. There had to be a reason behind it, one she would find out sooner or later. She slower her steps as she watched him, biting her lower lip as she moved closer, silently. It was a habit, but she was certain she had heard him crying before he brandished that sword. "Darius..." She placed her hand on his shoulder, watching him still. Her voice had that soft tone to it, gentle and sweet almost. She wasn't used to it at all, but she would only let him hear it for now.