"Miss. Elara, are you well?"
She exhaled in relief. "I'm fine, thank you. Where's the Chancellor?"
The knight studied her for a beat, no doubt noting the tension in her posture, the way she seemed one breath away from panic. If he was concerned, though, he didn't let it show. "In the dining hall, taking his evening meal with the others."
So the maid hadn't lied to her, at least.
"Take me to him," she demanded. She reached down to grip the edges of her skirt only to remember she was wearing pants now.
The knight hesitated again—just a brief flicker of surprise at her urgent tone—before nodding. "This way, miss."