Zahi could tell Quinlan was gone before she fully awoke. When she opened her eyes, she confirmed it. "Fuck you, Quinlan," she grumbled as she sat up in the bed, "I wanted to be the one to sneak away."
She looked around. The bastard had even taken Fluffy. Well, what would she have done with the dog, anyway. Alone now, as she'd said she wanted to be, she got dressed, scoffing a little at the neatly laid out clothes. Then she took the rabbit that was laid out - noting that he had, at least, left what might have been half the gold from Sarov on the table - took it outside, and set about cleaning it. She'd cook the meat so it'd keep for the journey, then start off north.
Back to Arca, and whatever hell waited for her there.
