As he stepped closer, Sonja involuntarily stepped back. She does not respond to his words, or the venom in his voice, simply watches him warily. Watching him disappear behind the tapestry, deciding that there was entirely too many places for him to hide in such a simple room, Sonja spitefully does not return to her room. Instead, once he is gone she drifts back toward the window. The children were no longer playing, atleast not where she could see, however it almost seemed to her that she could still make out their essences in the gardens, so innocent and hopefully unaware of the peril they are in.<br/><br/>It was going to be a very long night, Sonja had slept too much this day to hope for weariness to force her mind to shut down. So she climbs into the sill, watching out the window for a very long time, until the embers in the fireplace had long cooled, and a chill started to enter the air. Only then does she slip into 'her' room, closing the door simply so that she might have some warning if some one entered, and slips beneath the thick covers upon the bed.