She didn't want to stay even a few days, not if it meant she was viewed as nothing more than a short-and-fat foreigner! That reputation could not possibly help Evelyn's standing in the clan either; the sooner the clan forgot the blemish of a friend, the sooner they'd accept Evelyn. And no sexy warrior-- even a prisoner-- would want anything to do with her at all.
"I'm feeling tired, Evelyn. Could I lie down for a while?" she asked. She hated the disappointed look on Evelyn's face.
"Sure, Kiera. I'm sorry for stressing you. Can you wait here for a minute, so I can ask Romas where your room is?"
Kiera nodded, content to hide from the crowd. Of all the things to think about, she couldn't get the prisoner out of her thoughts, even when Evelyn returned with sweet bread she normally would've pounced on. She took it absent-mindedly and followed her friend through the mansion.