"I carry their secrets, but I do not wear their leash." Alia made a gesture with her hand as if to sweep something away. "They are not my order, but I a product of them."
Even as she said it, Alia practiced their ways. Turning slightly, the most natural thing to do while talking: was to walk, especially when one was in a strange place. With a very subtle gesture she asked him to escort her, or join her, which ever pleased him.
The stars beyond the windows seemed mesmerizing and beautiful at that moment, calling to her with a painful truth.

"Informed me? No. I haven't seen my priests or guards anywhere, but I... feel quite safe, here, with you." Alia's tone was flawless, sweet and smooth like honey (if she had known what honey was anyways).

These where not Alia's stars.