Fyrian inclined her head, stepping off to the side and back towards the doorway through which she'd originally entered the courtyard.

There was no need to bid any sort of farewell, as she would be again seeing him on the morrow. And for an extended amount of time beyond that as well. It was a curious mixture of inquisitive trepidation that settled in her stomach, and she quelled it with another drink of her wine as she moved through the halls and corridors of Dravian's palace.

What tomorrow brought she would only know when it arrived.