"If they actually got out successfully the way I told them too..." She hesitates then, suddenly. 

"...Are you going back to Ravka?"

"What do you mean, go back?"

" - Are you going to report on - the things you learn here - to Ravka's leadership or the Second Army."

"Not unless you and your sister both- die, or something, and someone like Brum takes over."

"...Okay."

"I told Inej a safe way off White Island. There's a few places it possibly lets out, but one that Kaz and Inej are most likely to use."

"You could take me back to your sister, then go check by yourself."

Soft smile. 

"Sounds like a plan."

"Let's do it."

Time to slip back onto White Island, then, where her sister is issuing commands to her guards where they left her. 

"Trip successful?"

"Yes. Though I'd like to leave Nina with you while I check on something else."

"...You still won't take guards?"

"I'll still have Trassel," she teases. 

She smiles despite herself. "Very well. I'll get your friend settled in to our rooms - it'll be safer there, and we can pretend you're with her for a while."

"Do you think that'll be enough for the right of intercession?"

(That being the traditional right of any member of the royal family to intercede in an arrest or prosecution by literally putting their body between the accused and the law. Somewhat of a natural outcome of considering your royalty sacred and untouchable.)

"Legally and traditionally, it is. Especially since I'll leave a few of my guards - including Hanne."

"Sounds like a plan to me." She glances at Nina. "Are you alright with that?"

"I'll trust you."

She squeezes her hand again. And to her sister: "I'll walk her down. Help sell it, and then you can go back to your job..."

"Good girl."

Shiver!

And to Nina, before she can start blushing too badly: "Let's go."

Kinkier than she thought, okay.

"After you."

A couple of Irina's guards peel off - including the one that looks kind of like Jarl Brum - to accompany them back to a richly appointed and large suite of rooms (all in the white and blue and grey colors of the royal family), with no exterior windows but instead lights behind thick translucent glass panels to give an illusion of sunlight. The rooms feel deep - and they go down several flights of stairs - and look sturdy, with solid floors and thick walls that are only a little softened by a plush carpet and heavy tapestries and cloth wallpaper. There's a single large bed in a cavernous room deep in the suite, with what are possibly enormous dog beds at the side and foot.

"These are our - my and Irina's - rooms."

"How luxurious. I guess that's royalty for you."

"And now you get to stay in them."