Sonia very carefully, very slowly exhales through her nose. She tries not to look relieved. One week. One week to come up with something -- some way to keep Tarn from hurting anymore else on her behalf without committing her word to something she does not know if she can keep. Byerly, maybe? No, not Byerly. She cannot imagine Byerly swaying someone like Tarn. Natasha, maybe...if she really can trust Natasha...

"A week, then," Sonia says, keeping her voice curt. She inclines her head in just a lsight slight nod to Tarn. Go. Leave. Leave me alone now. I don't want to talk to you anymore.