[ his exploration of the palace doesn't go unnoticed. her mages report to her his every movement: where he's gone off to, what he's done, who he's spoken to. she can tell he's looking for a way out despite nothing standing in his path, but she can also tell he won't leave—at least not until he's recovered what she's taken from him. and that in itself effectively keeps him imprisoned, leashed to her for eternity if she wants to.

and the fact that he searches for her last only means that he's realised and has understood the same thing. the very point of her confiscation of his vision and delusion. ]

You talk as if you have a choice in leaving just because you feel better, [ she responds when he finally storms towards her to whine, pausing from her leisurely stroll around the garden. ] I don't recall giving or making that impression.

[ lumine glances at the herald standing sentinel a few feet from them, an eyebrow mildly arching, before she turns away and starts walking once more. ]

You'll get used to it, don't worry.