Roleplay with @Starlight-I-Love-Magic! (closed)

(Thanks! I figure it can either be where they're keeping a lot of magic people, or just a small prison from which magic people are transferred. We can decide that together.)
Septima picked up the pace back towards the main part of the castle. She needed to leave this courtyard.
She entered into one of the main halls and started making conversation with servants, royal advisors, and the lower-downs, but nothing they said really caught her attention. She was still preoccupied by what she may have just found.

(Yeah, works for me)
Septima kept walking.
Yeah… I guess interesting is one way of putting it… Look, they’re holding prisoners here. I walked by the dungeon on accident, and I can only assume there are magic folks being kept there.

That's the idea. I got out of there as fast as I could.
Septima found surprisingly little after that. These people were mostly just living their lives. It just so happened that they were trying to oppress magical people, and that wasn't part of everyday conversation, or necessarily something obvious at all.

Septima had continued memorizing every turn of the palace that she could for a while, then returned to the suite, back through the window that led into the courtyard.

“A prison,” Septima said, “Probably for the magical.”
She closed the window behind her.
“I’m not sure how big it is… all I know is that there’s a staircase in a corner of the courtyard that leads down. There’s a door leading into some guard barracks, and another door through that one, leading into some sort of prison. I heard screaming… I can’t imagine what kind of torture they’re conducting down there.”

“Yeah, that would be wise,” Septima agreed.
She sighed and went to her bag for an old crumpled-up shirt and baggy pants that she used for sleeping.

“O-oh… I guess so…”
She put her clothes away and went for the silk gown hanging on the door.
Septima opened the door, which led into a smaller second room. She took her bag with her and closed the door behind before changing. She sighed when she felt how bare her legs were in the gown. As short as she was, it still managed to cover as little skin as possible. However, the fabric was comfortable and would be fine for sleeping.

Septima laid down on the bed, carefully pulling back the covers. The materials of the sheets and comforter were luxurious, yet she still had trouble sleeping. Perhaps it was knowing the real her wasn't wanted here, and was thought better off dead. She was still scared.

Septima felt herself start to drift off after what felt like hours. She sank down into the soft pillows and blankets for what was probably the best sleep she'd had in a while.

(Should we skip to morning?)

(Alright)
Septima woke up with a few small rays of light streaming in through the window. She slowly sat up and stretched out, then went to get dressed.
"Skye, are you up?" she called through the door, loud enough for him to hear if he was awake, but hopefully soft enough that he could still rest if he was not.

She bit her lip. "Ugh… sorry…"
Septima made her way through the chamber.
"I'll just leave and maybe investigate some more. You can join me whenever."

"Oh, you didn't have to," Septima said.
She sighed softly and apologized again. She should've just sneaked out and left a note.

"Gods, these bedrooms are nice," Septima agreed, "I slept like a baby."
She looked down to see her shoelaces were untied, so she bent down to fix them.

"It's not like I come from a rich family," Septima said with a laugh, "I didn't even know they made beds this comfortable."