Rita was limping, and her expression was serious. More serious. Something bad had happened, and it was quite possibly Taura's fault; she'd been sitting on a damn cure for two nights, sound asleep. It wasn't under her control, she wanted to plead, but that didn't matter. It should have been under her control.

"Mmm. Let's...in here," she said, taking a few swift strides to one of the doors. No one was listening or playing in the music room, and one of the dubious privileges of having been to the arena was that they could speak privately.

[to here]