Crickets chirped around the darkened courtyard setting off Strelitzia's nerves. Every wave of a tree branch or crunch in the dirt had her muscles tensing, prepared to run in case she was caught. Technically she wasn't doing anything wrong but she was on thin ice already. From the balcony the whole courtyard was visible, including the blood still staining the stones from where Zira had been beaten earlier. They were set to leave as soon as possible with their ships ready in the bay, but she couldn't help the feeling of dread that had overcome her earlier.