@deathnes
Still, even after several months in her new home, Kiara spent the majority of her time within her room. Not wanting to intrude, or be more of a burden than she feared she already was, she was happy to stay out of the way. Besides, despite the kindness that Rhysand and the others had shown her, she found their often raucous meetings rather overwhelming. After gentle encouragement from Mor, she'd agreed to spend - at least some of her time - in the shared spaces within the palace.
It was only because she believed she had the incredible building to herself that she'd brought her research out of her room, making the most of the large dining table. Half a dozen huge books were spread across the surface, and she was scribbling away so intensely in a journal that she didn't immediately notice when she was no longer alone. Nor was she aware of the vines that had threaded themselves neatly into her hair; when deep in thought, she was more likely to lose control of her still poorly constrained powers.
"Oh!" she startled, but her smile was one of relief when she realised who had joined her. "Hi Nesta. Sorry, I didn't think anyone else was here. Am I in the way? I can move," she assured, already beginning to mark her place in the books.
