Yvaine spent the hours between Maxxen's departure and re-arrival in a strange state of emotional limbo, interacting with her family and going about her daily tasks as usual while her mind was worlds away.
She hardly slept, and when she heard the sound of a carriage approaching the manner she practically jumped from her bed, snatching up the small pack she'd stashed beneath her bed and making her way quickly and quietly to the gardens.
She felt...off. She was dressed in a long tunic and a pair of breeches "borrowed" from one of her maids- not at all her usual style, and it felt odd to move in. Much freer than skirts, certainly, but also more vulnerable, somehow.
Shaking the feeling off, she slipped out into the gardens, eyes flickering back and forth in the dim light.