"Yes," said the master softly, almost to himself. "I thought so." He quietly walked through the room, reading the notes he saw in no particular order.<br/><br/>What was he going to do if she kept being difficult? It wasn't as if he was tasking her with giving herself to the man - in that regard she was more fortunate than most in her position, and she had to know that. A dark part of him considered whether a lesson in just what *could* happen to her would be useful, but ultimately he rejected that option - for now, anyway. Half of her loved him, and the other half just wanted to go against the tide, however it was flowing.<br/><br/>Tannow had thought he could use that, use both elements, but his expectations had been completely changed. When he started, he expected Setrina to agree for the sake of revenge, and Number to resist because of the violence, but in fact Number was willing and Setrina was resisting only the idea of putting on a false front to draw in the victim.<br/><br/>Hopefully this little exercise had given her time to think. They had little left to waste, she would not learn the skills of her new direction in a day.<br/><br/>"Wake up," Tannow said, standing in front of the elf, loud enough to rouse her. "Wake up."