Inbetwixt

Roh strode after her brother, grinding her teeth. She rubbed at her right arm absently, and for half a second the sleeve was raised to expose a jagged cut on the inside of her arm. She hastily pulled her sleeve down. No one could know about the wound. She frowned as she peeked at it. It was almost three hours old, and instead of healing over, it remained open, oozing a clear liquid. Something was wrong. She cracked knuckles. Will glanced sideways at her, then paused, letting her continue ahead alone. She murmured something under her breath, and pressed two fingers against the lock. The door swung open. She turned to Will. "Wait here for me." she requested, and he nodded. She left, content with his word. Will would never break his word. She changed quickly, reemerging in a soft green dress that sank to her ankles. Will smiled slightly as he recognized the faint outlines of a brace that held two knives, one on either side, on her wrist. As she climbed the stairs he also saw the braces of knives on her ankles. No one could miss the sword strapped around her waist, and he knew that there was a knife in built in the belt, and probably more concealed behind it. Trust Roh to come so heavily armed to a meeting of diplomats.