Broken wings

The cerulean marked servant was taking her duties seriously, and come nightfall when one head remained unaccounted for a wave of shock ran across her spine. There was still some time to go before all were expected to be in bed, but there was little reason Citala could think of that one of their servants wouldn't had already found their way back. Absinthe had instructed her to maintain order among the captives and servants, and if one had escaped.. well, she didn't want to think about what that would mean for her.

She hurried out from the servant's caverns, keeping her pace unhurried yet with purpose. Hopefully should she move past an awake marauder, they'd expect she was merely on an errand and not doing something foolish. Beyond everything else she had at least earned a shred of trust, having been beyond obedient since the day of the kingdom's takeover. "Idalia!" Citala hissed the whispered name into the nooks and cranny's as she swept past. She was just beginning to wonder if she should go get Absinthe before the faint sound of weeping reached her.

"Lia," Citala's lips pulled downward in a faint frown as she stepped up alongside the fire marked servant. "Lia, this isn't the place. You're just going to get in more trouble." She didn't know what this particular slave had endured - Citala didn't know many of them by more then names and faces - but whatever it was, being caught crying in the dark would not be something that would give her any sympathy with the marauders. Perhaps she was overly cold, though after long enough beneath a master it became hard to attach yourself to another slave. They always felt so.. temporary. "Come now, lets get you to bed before someone sees you." She whispered.

"Speech"