Morning arrived with the weight of surveillance beginning, the tedious work of observation that would hopefully yield opportunity for contact. Mariabel left first, dressed in clothes that spoke to noble background without being ostentatious, someone who could loiter near the manor district without attracting suspicion or excessive attention from guards.
Aslan followed an hour later, taking a different route and positioning himself in locations where his silver eyes and distinctive appearance wouldn't be immediately memorable. His condition gave him excuse to rest frequently, to sit on benches or lean against walls while appearing to recover strength, perfect cover for extended observation.
