<strong>Location:</strong>The Lurve Nest<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Chorgath<br/><br/>Ruby speculates on this for a moment, bending over to pick up the glass of wine again.  "It might be best if you found a way to keep us busy," she muses aloud.  "We were always on duty under Lady Azurine; obeying her was always fulfilling, but I don't know if it'll carry over if you have to give them an order to do so.  She made us what we are..."<br/><br/>"I think it will."  Cerulean has finally stopped taking inventory of whatever she was taking inventory of, expression returning to her normal placidity.  "I would task us with returning where we had been and keeping an eye on things where they had been.  It's what Lady Azurine was going to do when the meeting was done, before... before things happened.  We were her eyes and ears where prayers couldn't reach her.  In exchange for our one wish, we gave ourselves to her in obedience afterward when she called..."<br/><br/>*<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Apartments of Rhikki-Annha Vase-Weaver<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Sanger<br/><br/>"And yet," she muses, speculating with a bit of a smirk, amused with his embarrassment, "it was you who carried me out.  Skyward's dead, and you're not, so he wasn't looking to escape-- so whatever he did for me was probably an afterthought.  Chorgath doesn't strike me as the kind of guy who's likely to go out of his way for people who aren't His Kind, whatever he's defining that as.  Which leaves you as the important link in the chain, doesn't it?"<br/><br/>Iori eases herself back onto the futon, putting her hands behind her back.  "I never did like recuperating," she says, probably to nobody.  "The sooner we get out of here, the better."