"We had the Templars watching and guarding us, at the Circle," Aleanna says, beginning to walk towards the set of stairs she'd caught a glimpse of earlier. She tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "But at least I can say that the food wasn't terrible."

She can't really compare her experiences to a woman she's only just met. But she can't help but empathize with her, given how much the description of her prison reminds her all too well of the Circles.

"Kind of strange, isn't it?" She observes, glancing all around them, at everything that glitters and glows in the shadows. "That someone would just abandon all this luxury."