Her hand at her side, visible to Priya, who was still held frozen at the point of a knife, twitched a little. It was a small motion, but one Priya had learned early on as a maidservant, back when there’d still been hope she’d develop the fine manners and demureness to serve at feasts and functions, at the beck and call of highborn women. The gesture meant, Watch me. You may soon be needed.
