"Jetfire." Bloodyrondo entered what was now to be his den, spoke her name, even touched his nose to hers, but he didn't look her in the eyes. Was it shame that held him back? Not quite, but he couldn't name how he felt about her. All he felt right now was fire and ambition. He'd done it. He'd get to be High Priest soon enough and had weeded out most of the traitors in his Clan. But looking at Jetfire filled him was an emotion comparable to regret. A apology danced on the time of his tongue but his mind was so broken that he didn't quite know what it was for. He sighed, "I hope you are fairing well. I was worried you were going to be caught up in that conflict, but you seem unharmed."

"Don't be like that," Bloodyrondo meant to sound a touch flirty, but his tone was wrong; his words came across more as a command. Regardless, he did not push it, not because she asked him to stop but because he just was not feeling it. His heart was too empty. He decided to change the subject, "Have you been taking your herbs?"

Bloodyrondo was referring to the borage-fenugeek mixture that he had preparing for her the last few days. He had not explained to Jetfire why she needed them; however, as the High Priestess's daughter, she likely had spent enough time around herbs to connect the dots.

"Come on, Jetfire, you're making me worried." Bloodyrondo counted the herbs, the numbers were right, and he could smell milk in the air. Of course, it wasn't all that long ago that another queen was nursing kits here. Only now he lifted his gaze to meet hers and cocked his head ever so slightly. He really did seem concerned, "You're not acting like yourself. I understand that things are... complicated right now... but you need to cheer up. You're going to be a mother! There's nothing more beautiful in the entire world than that."

"That's all?" Bloodyrondo padded into the Priest Promised's den and rummaged around in his personal herb stores that he had not yet moved. Early on in his training he had been drawn to extracts and he had learned that this one in particular was great at soothing a sore stomach. When he returned he had a small bottle in his jaws - twolegcraft - and carefully removed the cork in the top of it. The room immediately filled with a strong minty scent, "This is peppermint extract. Just put a little bit of it under your nose and it should help."

"That will have to wait until later, Jetfire, you and I have an obligation," Bloodyrondo's tone gave no room for argument. He beckoned for her with his tail, a distant look in his celadon eyes, "I'll give you a few minutes for the peppermint to take hold."

"Of course," Bloodyrondo replied although he intentionally did not elaborate. He knew that if Jetfire was aware of where we would be leading her next, she would surely make some sort of excuse to try and avoid it. They stood in silence for a few moments before Bloodyrondo began to exit the den. Without looking back, he softly meowed, "We need to hurry. I'd like to be back before the sun sets."

[don't worry, Faith has me trained well, we all hate traveling RPs]

It probably wouldn't have taken Jetfire long to figure out where Bloodyrondo was leading her. The Janus camp, at least, the public part of it, where SunClan's main prisoners were currently being kept. He didn't really need to speak, she surely got the idea, but he always felt the need to fill the silence, "We are going to visit the prison so those who dwell there never lose sight of what they could have had if they had stayed loyal to the Sun God. Perhaps you can talk some sense into them. If they pledge their loyalty to me and our deity, I will free them."

"Only if they swear their loyalty to myself and the Sun God. They will have to go through Initiation and will be watched closely, but there is no reason for a true follower of the Sun to be locked in prison," Bloodyrondo replied as they began their descent into the dungeons. Already they could hear voices of their old clanmates echo throughout the tunnels, it sounded like a normal day in camp, almost, except laughter was entirely absent. After passing by a couple of guards, then approached the main chamber first.