The cold beast in Ithi'Ka's mind begins to question whether or not June is faking.  This is, after all, a matter of her own choosing... if the two specialists hadn't caught on to her for their own reasons, would this not have happened sooner or later?  Perhaps even under worse conditions for the changeling?<br/><br/>Who knows.  If Ithi'Ka hadn't seen her room-- how she took such great care to pack even her precious perfume-- she might have felt sorry for the changeling, and perhaps even thought she might be here against her will.<br/><br/>The coppery-skinned guise of Ithi'Ka reaches casually for her king's knight's pawn, pushing it forward two squares into the white knight's line of attack, though it's protected by its king's-bishop fellow.