Sitting in the private dining room of the Inn, guarded by one or two inconspicious Roesone Guards, is Lady Rennar. A cloak is hooded over her head at this particular time, and she appears to be reading a book, sitting in one of the settees.

The door to the private room opens as Demonder walks within. With a look to the Roesone guards, they make their way to depart as Demonder motions to Rennar. "Love, how are you holding up?" he asks quietly as the guards leave, moving to the where she sits, his hands wrapping around her shoulders.

Demonder might note the hood upon Rennar's head. She leans into his grasp, using him for support. "As well as can be." She murmurs gently, "Ealam stopped by last evening, and gave me a puzzle ball to work on to keep me occupied."

"That was nice of Turail," Demonder shakes his head. "Ealam." As he slowly massages the shoulders, he leans forward so that he may look upon his intended eyes. "Is the Illusion wearing off, love?" he asks quietly in concern.

"It's already gone." Rennar murmurs quietly, her expression wan. "But I didn't want to sit upstairs any longer. I prefer a roomier area."

Demonder's hand touches upon the hood, moving across the growing hair. And then, Demonder shifts to sit beside her, his fingers moving to her cheek in a tender motion. At least his leg looks much better. "Renni, I haven't heard anything negative yet." His eyes look to hers, and then cast downward. "I miss you. I guess you were right, they lied about the poison."

The young lady seems to shift slightly, lowering hre eyes at the hand upon her head. In truth, she is not happy about her appearance - what is there to be happy about? "I will wait, until there is at least some positive word, for you have not said there is any of that either."

Demonder pushes forward enough to kiss Rennar's cheek while his hand cups the other cheek. "You're still as beautiful as ever. Those eyes," he smiles fondly, attempting to lose himself in them even if they twist away from him. "Renni, it'll be okay. If it was serious, someone would have demanded for me to release your location. I think we should wait, no doubt. But it's not so bad." Demonder kisses her cheek softly further before moving back.

"That's assuming you knew my location." Rennar murmurs quietly, "With the way things have been going of late, that could have been quite dubious."

"It's an amazement Sadi still walks about the palace," Demonder states quietly, eyes moving across the private dining room as he considers the matter. "Queen Aislynn has not acted, though there may be a sense of betrayal to her. I see it from her point of view, where she will see you placing Sadi in front of the safety of the palace. It may not be the way," Demonder shrugs.

"In all honestly, I don't know how she views things, Demonder. I know she wasn't happy. She's a Queen, and well within her rights to take action against me, or House Hune." Rennar watches her fiance as she speaks, eyes searching his own, "You, just this instant, in what you do, could be harboring a fugitive as well."

Demonder shushes with a light smile. "I harbor the love of my life within my heart, Renni." Demonder could care less about it, no matter how real the threat may be. Instead, his fingers continue to play upon her cheek as he watches her. "The Queen would have acted by now. She trusts you, I think? I mean, you two have a history that spans..." his voice trails, eyes lowering for a moment. "And you are still the heir apparent."

"Were I to be called a criminal by the Queen, no remnants of blood from Ishara would save my hide." Rennar murmurs quietly, her line of thought already ominous. "I will not go back until there is word... real word... that she bears no ill will. Otherwise, it's best that I simply stay away from everyone."

"Tiras Lorn's renovations have been completed," Demonder notes quietly. Taking Rennar's hand in his, Demonder watches her closely. "People are noticing you are not around anywhere to be seen. But I do think your room would be ready within Tiras Lorn. There are so few you trust within the House, it's a matter of concern."

"I do not want to return to Tiras Lorn." There is a pause as Rennar says this, then she adds, "At least not yet. I do not think I can bear walking through its halls."

"Marry me, and take up residents within my chambers." There's an edge of teasing in his voice, Demonder attempting to place a smile on her expression. He's not always successful, of course. "Or marry me, and we'll move in together into Tiras Lorn. Come back husband and wife..." Demonder tries to drive the point within.

His words seem to cause Rennar to raise her head a bit. Emerald eyes carefully regard his features, her brow knitting together in puzzlement, "Why are you so anxious to get married? Can it not wait until all problems are solved? Or are you frightened I might agree to any desires of you wishing to break us up again?"

Demonder stands from his sitting at her last words, and turns away as his muscles clench. "Because we are stronger together in marriage." It might make sense, or at least it would in Demonder's eyes. Ever since her departure, he had wanted to be married so there was no reason to leave her. It would likely clear him of the Roesone duties that currently keep him away from her as well. At least some of them. "Because I love you and want to be with you. I'm not sure why you find that difficult to understand."

"You have not answered whether or not it can wait until my problems are solved." Rennar replies quietly, eyes carefully studying his back, "I'd much rather do things right..." There is a pause, then a so very faint, "... between us." There is no doubt she still blames herself for much of what is going on. Were he to turn around, he'd find her studying her hands once more.

After some moments, Demonder does turn to Rennar. "Renni. We've been through your kidnapping. Through the matters that threaten you after that. Through countless sights that trouble our path. If things are not right between us, it not because of us. But because of the path we take." Demonder moves to her again. "We will wait if you feel it better."

"I would." Rennar responds quietly, looking up at Demonder as he comes to her again. "I would much rather wait until at least some things settle. I would not have you regret coming into my family." The last seems to be said with a bit of a firm touch and determination.

"Will things ever settle, Renni?" Demonder asks quietly. Not out of distaste, but out of pondering. "It does not seem that life chooses to have us settle into the quiet times." There's a slight chuckle, as Demonder remembers the past. "I do remember us speaking of that, to go on a farm and raise horses. To be alone and for eachother. And that was before our engagement. Well, though, you almost had me propose to you early in my courting."

Demonder's last few words bring a smile to Rennar's lips, though briefly, "That was because you were so adament /about/ courting me." There's almost a hint of amusement in her voice.

"Consider yourself fortunate I did not insist the proposal," Demonder notes quickly, playing from that hint of amusement. "I would have only asked you to marry me once. Had you turned me down flatly that day, I would have been heart-broken and un-engaged now."

"Would you have....?" Rennar challenges, a brow lifting to regard Demonder, "Truly?"

"Perhaps you are right," Demonder states faintly. "I likely would have asked a second time." He nods, as though in confirmation of his own words.

Lightly, a smile touches her lips. Rennar looks down at her hands briefly, then back up at the Lord, "So... what do we do now?"

Demonder takes the seat next to her once again, and this time going to take both of her hands in both of his. There is a length of time that he holds them, while searching her expression. "We get by this. And we move on to what is ahead." There's a faint smile that comes across his features, lips touching to her cheek before he changes the subject to keep the matter light. It better for Rennar that way, Demonder would reason. "Has Lord Turail proved to be good company. A puzzle ball, you say?"

Slowly, Rennar nods to the first, emerald eyes searching Demonder's own features. She knits her brow together, worrying her lower lip with her teeth before his next question comes. "Aye, good enough. Though he's quite hesitant about coming at all. I'd almost think he... he'd much rather be doing something else."

"Then why would he visit?" Demonder asks simply with a slight shrug. "He has no need to be here beyond that of his own choosing. You have likely spoken more words to him then I. He does keep himself busy within the investigation and his search for answers." Demonder squeezes her hands in re-assurance.

A brow lifts at Demonder's words, "Investigation....?" Rennar inquires, tilting her head to the side as she regards the man before her, "And I could not answer why he visits. Perhaps something you could ask yourself... except to maybe ensure that I am doing as told, or requested by yourself."

"As to the Roesone incident," Demonder explains the investigation part. "I had not known you were told to do anything?" he asks with a slight surprise. Not genuin, that surprise, but it is in his tone. "He may be checking up on you, though I have not told him of your wild spirit in the matter of running away to go on your own."

"Likely, it word is out on the streets... remember, my outburst was not exactly private." There is that little matter, still, of Rennar's prior engagement within Ferret Run - one which she has yet to tell Demonder about, it seems.

"I suppose," Demonder agrees vaguely, and then nods. "It is a matter of his heritage to assure the safety and security of a woman. So long as you enjoy his company, then there is real reason to question the matter further."

"His company is fine... surprising, but fine. I grow tired of simply seeing four walls. I have seen enough of them in these last few months." A sigh escapes Rennar as she speaks this, eyes lowering somewhat.