Speaking with Pearl at the flower viewing party really pushed Tarn over the edge. Here they had a perfectly willing volunteer for thier study, and yet Pearl had told him that she was inducted rather than having to actively seek out treatment.

It makes Tarn furious.

It's that very fury that has driven him to seek Diya out, yet again, determined to get results.

"Lady Diya."

He's wearing an elegant robe, but the look is all wrong. Perhaps its the lack of perfume, or the simple lose braid holding his hair back-- or even the complete lack of face paint. Whatever it is, it's clear that he's not trying to impress anyone anymore. He's sick of it.

His eyes are piercing as he stares directly at the haut lady.

"We have to talk."