Tebrya lies atop the bed covers, propped up by pillows. There's little sign of injury - her sheeks are quite pale evenfor her, and her right foot is wrapped in bandages. Nothing more. She's different in some indefinable way; wearied, perhap.

A Queen's Guard opens the door to check within the room before Theowyn enters into the quarters. Behind him the doors are closed. Theowyn steps toward the bed, his blue eyes scanning the room with a faint nod. "Tebrya."

Tebrya raises her head to regard Theowyn - and the difference perhaps leaps more into focus, as her eyes meet his. It's an attitude surely familiar to Theowyn; that of a burnt-out soldier. "First Prince.May peace be upon you."

"You have had another attempt on your life?" Theowyn's voice holds no warmth as he walks toward the bed, his arms folding behind his back. Theowyn briefly scans the room before settling his gaze on Tebrya, inpatience showing.

"The Shadow gave me a final chance." Tebrya gestures towards her foot. "The price of refusal - but yes, they meant to claim my life." Her voice is nearly a monotone, the life gone from it.

"And, so what do you plan to do now, Tebrya?" Theowyn asks, the features of the Warder all too Warder-like. "This return to Caemlyn was foolish. All this after you had done well to fake your death, had a reputable man's reputation possibly damaged by your arrival here..." Theowyn's voice trails. "For what reason? Certainly not in consideration of Master Kael, who some now will believe sheltered a Darkfriend. Now you will face a certain death in the streets of Caemlyn, or elsewhere. Where was the though, Tebrya?"

Tebrya's voice is soft, silk over steel. "I trust you do not mean the reputation of Lord Magnus Trigaran, Lord Versryr. I returned in order to deal a blow to the Shadow - which I /will/ yet do. With the support of the Palace, or without. And if this ultimately leads to my death, I only hope that I will have dealt that blow first." Her voice is hollow, animated only by her obsession.

"I mean the reputation of Master Kael, no other," Theowyn responds quietly, his voice showing patience. "How will you claim a blow on the Shadow, by having assassins move through the streets in threat against your life? Possibly hurt the lives of someone innocent? That day you were near the man that was playing the instrument, we found evidence of an assassin ready to take his shot. What if he had missed and hit an innocent one instead?"

Tebrya says "My father knew well the risks when he took me in, and when he acceded to my returning to Caemlyn." Fire flares up, however briefly, in Tebrya's eyes. "What would you have me do? Lock myself in a room for the remainder of my life? What if Queen Sydelle's assassin had missed - would you then have blamed her for coming to Andor?""

"Queen Sydelle came here with purpose," Theowyn's voice strains, and his lack of patience shows in the matter. "You come here with nothing more then a target on your head. Kael was a fool to allow you here, a child too young to decide for herself on what she wants. Too cowardly to accept death before swearing Oaths to the Dark in her past, and now too ignorant to see she should have remained beneath the rock somewhere for some years yet." Theowyn's eyes blaze briefly. "If there is a time to return, it was not now. Not when your face is still fresh." Theowyn shakes his head, about finishing the conversation as he heads to the door. "A Queen's Guard I trust will offer to take you away from Caemlyn in a journey of at least a few days. Take it or leave, regardless, you are not welcomed here." Theowyn reaches for the doorknob, leaving little to misinterpretation. "Death in resistance of the Light is honorable. Taking Oaths when faced by the power of the Shadow /is/ cowardly. There are no excuses. Returning here to let yourself known, ruining your second chance, is plain ignorant." Theowyn's voice isn't pleased, his mind will not be changed, it would seem.

Tebrya listens, first bright red, then pal again. "Second chances. I've had one suc - and I did /not/ destroy it." She speaks quickly, desperate to change this verdict. "Do you know what it was the Shadow did to me, just now? I and another were suspended from the two ends of a single length of chain, above a cage containing four starved lions. He was larger, and so he sank while I rose. I heard, I /saw/ them eat him alive - and knew myself to be next. I could have stopped it, I could have renewed my oaths - but I did not, my lord. I /would/ not." She motions to her foot, yanks the bandages off to reveal mauled flesh. "That was how close it was, my lord! Is /that/ a coward's act, to remain silent when facerd with such an end?" She pauses for breasth, real fear on her face now. "I came back to do what I could for Andor, to aid against Murandy and the Shadow. It's /life/ to me, First Prince!"

"Or," Theowyn begins, a smirk showing at Tebrya's words. "Or someone wishes to present a convincing case that you are not still of the Dark, Tebrya. Or someone is planting these escapes from near death in an attempt to have it appear that the Shadow chases the one that betrayed them." Theowyn opens the door and leaves.

"Li...Light..." Tebrya's voice doesnt seem to be working properly. "Please.../Please!/ You can't believe that!" Rasping at first, quickly building towards a shriek.