She followed him silently, making a bow to the other Rogues before she followed Amron out of the room. She bit back her tears bravely; now away from the eyes of stranger, it was a much more difficult task, and she fair trembled as she followed Amron through the chambers. Her tears shimmered in her eyes when he turned her to look at him; she was hurt, but not not-understanding of his situation. "I know," she whispered. It hurt - Amery, and then Amron, in this whole mess.<br/><br/>Gods. She couldn't even go after the people who had killed Amery.<br/><br/>"What happened between us, happened because we wanted it to. No more. No less." Lhurriel's smile was just a little hollow of its earlier sparkle. "We shall see, if it shall become more." Then silence, the rest of the way, as they finally emerged in the same room that he had been taking her in not so long ago. She swallowed her nervousness, blushing red when they passed by the bed and remembering how she had urged him on so eagerly. When they made to go up the stairs, she stopped, unable to look him in the eye.<br/><br/>"Do you swear it? That... that your taking of me. It held no bearing on your decision to make me one of the Thirteen?" Lhurriel asked again, hesitantly.