"I'm Chana, You must be Riva. He said this is a place of sanctuary" She said with that same chilly doll like gaze as she turned towards the woman who had made it clear she was the lady of the house. The older woman confirmed it and said Amaury could find a room for her. With a nod Chana stood and started towards the kitchen. Riva, seeing her limping, gave her a trick cane she happened to have. Chana smiled a little as she found the blade hidden inside but accepted the gift, though she was curious why the lady of the house would trust her so. With a shrug she ambled towards where she felt Amaury was. She puzzled briefly why she could feel where he was but just shrugged it off as part of the feeding.

"Do you like that kind of work?" she asked Amaury innocently, her head tilted to the side. She leaned on the cane, knowing that in a couple hours the injury wouldn't even be there. She did hope that Riva would let her keep the cane, she rather liked it. She pushed away the thought, however, and simply watched Amaury passively as he busied himself with the drinks. She got the feeling that during the meeting she would be in his care... it was likely a meeting about the war she'd heard whispers was coming and she had no interest in it.




((riva's waiting in the entry hall thinkin'))