They return one evening an hour or so after the late summer sunset, in the lull between ferry traffic heading for a night out in the city and that returning from one. Yseult sends a runner ahead, one of the handful of servants to carry the message directly to Darras while gossip spreads through the rest of the tower: Alive, whole, back on the island. She'll join him shortly.
What the detour is from dock to suite she doesn't specify, but it can't be more than half an hour, including the time to climb the stairs. It's not to bathe--she arrives dust-spattered, with dirt beneath her nails and a bit of straw accidentally woven into her braid. The clothes she wears are not her own, and there's a tear in one knee and another at a shoulder. But there's no sign of injury in how she moves, entering the room and shutting the door quietly behind her, sliding the bolt in the lock. No hesitation in embracing him when he inevitably steps near. Her smile is tired, but warm with relief. "Hello."
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Date: 2021-08-23 02:18 am (UTC)What the detour is from dock to suite she doesn't specify, but it can't be more than half an hour, including the time to climb the stairs. It's not to bathe--she arrives dust-spattered, with dirt beneath her nails and a bit of straw accidentally woven into her braid. The clothes she wears are not her own, and there's a tear in one knee and another at a shoulder. But there's no sign of injury in how she moves, entering the room and shutting the door quietly behind her, sliding the bolt in the lock. No hesitation in embracing him when he inevitably steps near. Her smile is tired, but warm with relief. "Hello."