Being in the castle had been stuffy and frankly quite undesirable for Faye, considering everything had been going on since the event. Her torso is bandaged to the Nth degree while her stab wound heals, and bending hadn't been easy, but she's compelled to be outside.

Spotting the familiar face as she wandered the gardens jarred Faye for more reasons than one, but approaching her seemed inevitable.

"How's your leg?"