Lhurriel was caught by surprise when his arm curled around her waist and he all but dragged her into a kiss. She automatically took the vambrace and the balm from him, tucking them securely into the folds of her cloak. Breathless and uncertain of what to say, she merely nodded, making a slight bow in farewell before fleeing up the stairs, back to the safety of their shared world, and away from the privacy of his room.<br/><br/>Despite the aching pain of the mark, Lhurriel made good speed back to the Fountain district, Her movements only slightly affected by the state of her body. That very evening, rumors began to spread of a new Rogue in place at the district.<br/><br/><br/>Two nights later, Lhurriel made her way from the Fountain District through the secret tunnels underground into the meeting room. She had allowed time for herself to get lost, but apparently her memory was unaffected by the new reminders of responsibility branded to her body; she arrived earlier than all the rest, her attire this time more subdued and suited for roof-walking. She wore the same kind of snug-fitting turtle-necked top she'd been in when Amron had first seen her, though she wore a tight mini-skirt instead of breeches, now, which bared several inches of lean thigh above her boots.<br/><br/>She leaned against one of the walls in the room, idly twisting Amery's ring around her finger, to wait for the rest to arrive.