A day. [ Long enough to have constructed mental a map of the castle, plotted likely escape routes, and drilled the name of several nobles into her head. She'd considered, for instance, how likely it was she'd survive a jump from the second floor balcony into the garden.
She'd also ruled out some of the usual suspects Morgan LeFay, the Enchantress. They would've given themselves away by now. Or immediately. Which left Natasha with no leads except for her fellow houseguests. ]
I haven't slept. [ She sinks forward, pushing her hands to her temples. The exhaustion that threads through her voice isn't feigned. ] What about you?
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She'd also ruled out some of the usual suspects Morgan LeFay, the Enchantress. They would've given themselves away by now. Or immediately. Which left Natasha with no leads except for her fellow houseguests. ]
I haven't slept. [ She sinks forward, pushing her hands to her temples. The exhaustion that threads through her voice isn't feigned. ] What about you?