[ Relena had been lost in thought and must admit she was caught off-guard by Yuuta's approach. She'd been standing near a wall in the yard, rubbing her fingers over the cuts on her wrist left by the shackles with her brow furrowed and a frown on her face.

Her eyes widen for a moment as she realizes what he's asking and reaches instinctively to touch her shoulder, as if reaching for the sign on her back. ]

This? Death, I'm told. I'm not familiar with tarot, but from what the guards bothered to tell me, it's not as foreboding as it sounds.