The first thing she did was stand, rushing out of the seat - [i]his[/] seat - and set the wine, and her goblet down. Heart racing she scuttled back a pace, pulling back herself to be somewhere between Blaze and Zulon, who himself was now easing to his feet. Everyone was on edge - and for good reason. What would their employer, master and imprisoner ultimately think of them, taking this risk to bring Sable and Blaze to the theatre.

Only Sable seemed to not be aware. Still, she was keenly watching the play, biting her lip with anticipation as Unqua gained closer to Aina, trying to reason with her as sexual tension thrummed around the stage.

But not in the box.

He looked better than she had seen in the Radasanth house, through the mirror, but still drawn and tired. Clearly there had not been any good news. His eyes remained locked on hers as he came forwards, slowly moving across the floor, his cane entirely gone but now the tip of a scabbard appearing beyond his jacket. Behind him the door clicked shut, and it was at this point that Sable finally came to pay attention. She turned around, first seeing everyone still and silent and started to ask, “What is …” but soon enough she saw the centre of their focus.

“Oh shhi-”

“Sir,” Zulon interrupted quietly, straightening and quickly giving a shallow bow. “We did not expect you back so …”

Early? Dramatically? Without any form of pre-warning?

Vitruvion’s eyes were still on Stare’s, focused on her with a powerful look that was somewhere between a glare and a passionate fixation. The kenku remained where she was, close to Blaze, and with her hands now anxiously digging their claws into each other before her. She steadily held his gaze, though was far more filled with stress than any of his intensity. For one she knew she would not back down until he did.

Yet, finally he looked away from her, moving his gaze to settle on Zulon. Stare was suddenly thankful that he had spoken, for it had torn away the focal point from her. She imagined other people possibly watching their box must be confused, and thinking that whatever drama was going on was more interesting than the play.

“I did not plan on coming back,” Vitruvion replied in a mutter. “But the opportunity was there.”

“Of course,” Zulon nodded. Then he paused. “What shall we …”

Slowly Vitruvion sucked in his breath. His eyes flickered around the room, touching briefly on Blaze and Sable, who shrank away slightly. She herself was looking from Stare to Vitruvion, filled with the new knowledge that she now had. Stare could only imagine what was going on in her mind. As Vitruvion looked at some of the guards he grunted before beginning to move, stepping forwards towards the chair Stare had just exited.

Zulon moved right back, smiling apologetically to her, even though none of this was his fault. There was a soft sound as Vitruvion partially collapsed in the chair, and considering what his last three weeks had been, Stare was not surprised he looked the way he did. She saw his eyes stray over to the wine, blinking at it. Sable and Blaze still watched him cautiously, as the production continued below and Aina and Unqua passionately kissed.

Huffing, and realising that her short holiday was over, possibly the only one she’d ever have, Stare shifted. He was looking at wine, and did not have a cup to put it in. It was not entirely past him to drink from the bottle, but there was other possibilities here. Right at the end of the corridor was a small bar, where she was now going to aim. It would also give her a moment to gasp in peace, to silently understand that he was back.

Loosening her cupped hands she picked up her feet to begin to walk.