Inside Wynter's hideout, Ja'harra sat the wanted paper down on the table in front of the Princess of Eli'ak. "I can't fix what I did if I'm wanted for your murder. You've lived in the castle your entire life. What's the in's and out's without getting caught?"
"What exactly is your plan? Isn't it a bad idea to sneak into the place where they put a bounty on your head?" The ghost princess' arms were crossed and she floated on her back as if she was resting, something she couldn't do anymore.
"Princess, the whole mission is to fix my mistakes. Unless you're telling me you're having fun floating around all these jewels you can't even wear." Ja'harra lifted a brow. Although appearance was the last thing someone from the dead should've been worried about, especially with spirits trying to destroy what was left of her roaming soul.
