"You mean my babysitter?" Sonia raises her eyebrows, but her gaze is past Byerly -- near the mouth of the cave, an armsman in black and silver Vorbarra livery stands, relatively unobtrusively, but watching nonetheless. He seems faintly worried, but not entirely because of Byerly. "Who do you think is going to try to stop me? He's practically always there. He's been my bodyguard since... Well, near on ten years now. I think he's getting a little weary of getting in trouble for losing track of me."

Sonia chews on her lip thoughtfully, though, now too tempted to wholeheartedly talk herself out of it. If she can't have Byerly's Vorbarr Sultana -- if she can't escape this stupid war -- then dammit, she'll have something, even if it is an overcrowded tent full of almost-strangers, all awkwardly fit together. But there's something really charming about that. When has she ever had that?

"But," she says slowly, raising her eyebrows innocently at her armsman even at this distance, priming him for some maneuvering, "I...might be able to convince him."