Mia had learned far more from eavesdropping than she'd ever officially been told, having the act down to a science at this point. She wasn't royal, so could sneak around without inquisition, learning all of Alicante's secrets with none of the responsibility. Up until now, it hadn't served a purpose outside of satisfying her curiosity. But as soon as she'd overheard Harley's name mentioned, Mia's game suddenly bore a much greater purpose. This wasn't simple muffled whisperings through a door left ajar, this was her sister's wellbeing. The standard talking therapy was failing, and if she didn't start performing magic soon, they were going to start the physical experimentation. Mia was aware of how akin to torture it was, and strained relationship or not, she couldn't allow that to happen to anyone in her family.
Mia waited for nightfall so that the guardian's would be stationed at their posts, having spent the day plotting an escape. Adrian had done it, there'd been no possible way to disguise his absence, so she knew it was possible. All she needed was a few helping hands. Rebellious guardians were almost impossible to source, three of them having left already, but she had one option left. That's what brought her outside Lissa and Ciri's room, her face doing little to showcase the distress withheld underneath. "I need your help," Mia started, addressing both men, but with her eyes laid upon Mikhail. He was the source of his sister's affection, and she was observant enough to recognise that desire was returned, if only in stolen glances and mental longing. He'd be easier to convince, and Eggsy would follow his lead. "Harley's in trouble. Real trouble, this time. Lissa will be next, if she doesn't specialise. We need to get out of here."