She had waited long enough, alone in the darkness as her servant never came. In a way she shouldn’t be so hard on herself, knowing it was his purpose to be her shield or sword when situations called for it. But this feel of dependence grated at her none the less, until the knight only became agitated enough to defy her own sense of self-preservation, gathering her flashlight to exit the room.

Why leave relative safety even if you knew yourself defenseless once outside? Because to not leave, would be the start of something far worse in her prideful mind. Integra was certainly not a prisoner to her servant’s discretion of choosing when and when not to do as he was told.

If he slept through the rest of the night, there wasn’t a bloody thing she could do about it at present. But she wasn’t going to be cowering within her own room just because he didn't come for her either. The truth was simple enough in moments like this, reminding her that in the end all she ever had was herself anyway. A woman bold or crazy enough to risk even severe injury on her own rather than start becoming a dependent hideaway beneath any vampire.

Ignoring anyone else still lingering in the corridor, Integra walked on alone, prepared to do so the entire night. Or at least as long as physically able.