When Layla petulantly shed the robe she'd been wearing, and turned her back to their table, Aisha was perplexed.  She didn't think she'd said anything offensive, or upsetting.  She'd just been trying to help the newcomer learn how life would work with Prince Tarkus as her Master.  She'd have been derelict in her duty as First Consort if she hadn't pointed such things out, and despite the fact that she fervently didn't want to share her Prince, Aisha's sense of duty to him wouldn't allow her to let Layla fall on her own sword.<br/><br/>"Layla, wait," the dark haired beauty called as the other woman suddenly left the table, and the bedchambers.  Aisha rose also, but decided that following her would probably just perpetuate the feelings of awkwardness.  Perhaps Layla needed some time alone to process all that had happened to her in the past few hours.  And in all honesty, Aisha herself needed some time alone as well.  This day was turning out to be all that she feared it would be.  She'd dreaded having to welcome a harem sister, although she'd known right from the time she was first chosen for Tarkus that he'd never truly be hers.  The knowing didn't make the accepting any easier, though.<br/><br/>Having suddenly lost her appetite, Aisha roamed the room restlessly, her fingers trailing over every piece of furniture, every ornament, in the room.  Many of them held fond memories for her.  Tarkus was generous with his gifts, and remembering the occasions of each presentation, as well as the many hours spent luxuriating in the oversized bed in his arms, had Aisha longing for her Prince once again.  She wondered where he could be.  The incident in the baths seemed so long ago, and she hadn't seen him since.<br/><br/>Worry for Tarkus pushed thoughts of Layla to the back of Aisha's mind.  She was torn over whether to try to find him, or to remain here, where he would expect her to be, should he come looking for her.  Feeling useless, she offered up a silent prayer to the Gods to watch over him, wherever he might be.