She saw him and met his dark eyes, blinking at him. He nodded minutely back at her and gave her a small half-smile. She felt something she was unfamiliar with rush through her at that, knowing she was likely the only person he had bothered to go to the effort to smile for in a long time. She turned away and looked back at the chair she was expected to sit in and frowned. She wasn’t sure why there were still cuffs on the arms and chains wrapped around the back. She had come to her trial willingly, hadn’t she? Didn’t that mean she was unlikely to make a run for it?