Aria stared at him for a moment as she quieted her thoughts. Her initial reaction was to question Phoenix. What made him think she would just put herself in his hands and follow him because he claimed he knew somewhere. Somewhere what? Safe? Then why did he require to stay in her church? If he thought that she trusted him that much simply because she was willing to share a bit of news about old Faerie political struggles, he acting the fool.<br/><br/>But she knew that she wasn't thinking well. Not at the moment. She would think through things and when the time came then she would ask her questions and make her choices.<br/><br/>She slowly made her way up to her tower. Instead of crawling into her bed-nest, however, she climbed into the window sill. Aria covered herself in glamour, so that she might look like an owl in the window, and stared out into the forest, placing her chin on her drawn-up knees. She knew that although rest was smart, she would get little of it now.