[Scorching Depths]

Braon drops to the ground, catching herself on her hands. She slowly rises to her feet and gives Sekhmet a cold, joyless smile. "Look at that. You can be honest after all."

When the guards lead her out, Braon offers token resistance, refusing to be dragged by the shoulders, but willing to go with them all the same. She gives a dramatic flick of her cloak as she turns around and storms down the hall.

From behind, she looks almost indistinguishable from her uncle.