He goes to his room. 

At least he hadn't been in it before so it's not salient which things are leftover from his brother. 

He wants to unpack his bags and put his bedroll on the floor and sleep in it but that's weakness. He stands still for a while. He calls someone in to bathe him. 

She wanders around the palace, memorizing hallways.

She gives herself a headache from crying, but eventually she calms down a little.

She looks around her rooms. They're not actually any safer than any other place, presumably Hagan can still enter them whenever he wants, but she might as well know what they contain.

She has three rooms; they are windowless. They have bright magical lights with wooden shades she can rotate to cover them, and plants in pots, and tapestries hanging from the walls. There's a small bed and a spacious couch and some pillows and a elaborate rug. There's a personal alter to Abadar.

One of the rooms is a bathroom. There's a woman working in it, pouring water. The floor and walls are done up in pretty blue tiles; there's a tub sunk into the floor and candles lit and a tray for incense. 

She stares at everything for a while, like she doesn't quite remember what ordinary objects look like and needs to remind herself. She blinks at the bathroom for a while.

"Do you speak Taldane?" she asks, quietly.

"Yes, your grace."

"Are you allowed to not call me that or would that be asking you to break a law of some kind."

"I can address you however you'd prefer."

"Okay. My name's Korva. You can use that.

"Would you rather just - be left alone to do stuff, or - "

"If I can help you get oriented I would want to do that. - I'm Zakiya. I don't know your husband and don't expect to, I worked for Khemet the third, bless his memory, and for his grandfather."

Nod.

"I'm just - I'm having kind of a rough day."

"Do you want a bath? - a hug?"

" - I'd take a hug, yeah."

She gets a towel and pats the hem of her skirt dry and then comes over to give Korva a hug.

Hug. Maybe a little longer than is optimal to ask of this poor person, but - she's having a really bad day.

Eventually she lets go.

"I didn't like it much here when I was new."

"No?"

"It's cold."

She could conceivably just be referring to the temperature, which is reasonable for an autumn afternoon in Cheliax and far cooler than it ever gets in Osirion.

Nodnod.

"I wouldn't mind so much if not for - " she waves her hand vaguely. "He's not well."

"Should I be setting things up for fancy baths?"

"I don't want - 

"Do you know what's going to be expected of me for the next, I dunno, six hours."

"I don't really, I'm sorry. But fancy baths are for - uh, if a man wants his woman and she'd rather not, then we can make the bath last six hours, and it'd be terribly uncivilized to go interrupting your wife bathing because you didn't learn any patience when you were a three-year-old, and that way it's never sudden, right, even if he's stubborn enough to still want you six hours later."

"Ah."

"I don't know your husband at all, though."

"Well, unfortunately, neither do I, right now."