As they made their way down a smaller corridor, with fewer people, Richard slowed and then stopped. The guards stopped far enough away to be handy, but to give him his privacy. As everyone waited, Richard gazed down a side passageway. Cara looked uncomfortable.
"Quarters for Mord-Sith," Cara explained to Nicci in answer to the unspoken question in her eyes.
"Denna’s room was down that hall." Richard gestured the other way. "Your room was down there, Cara."
Cara blinked. “How do you know that?”
He looked at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. “Cara, I remember being there.”
Cara turned as red as her leather outfit. “You remember?” Richard nodded. “You know?” she whispered, panic coming into her eyes.
"Cara," he said gently, "of course I know."
Her eyes brimmed with tears. “How did you know?”
He gestured to her right wrist. “When I’ve touched your Agiel, it hurts. An Agiel only hurts when a person touches it if it was used to train them, or if the Mord-Sith intends it to hurt.”