[ Khara's hair was wavy and wild, a far cry from its usual sleek, straight style. If she was lacking sleep, she didn't show it; she was dressed rather practically, the majority of her skin covered in sleek, dark purple armor. It had been a fair few moons since she'd worn anything vaguely resembling her usual provocative manner of dress, though whether this was a conscious choice or not remained to be seen.

She met Inancha's dead stare evenly, noting the lack of emotion in the younger Au Ra's eyes. The glimmer of hope that had buoyed Khara along during her trek to the west of Bentbranch quickly fizzled and died at the sight, though her hand dropped from her blade. ]

... As are you. To what do I owe the pleasure?

[ Seeing Inancha caused her soul to ache. Her words were tinged with a sad, dissonant melody even as she folded her arms across her chest, drinking in the sight of her. She looked so much smaller than Khara remembered; she hadn't really looked at her in what felt like eons. She was so hard now, and so cold.

A damn pity, it was, but Khara had learned to endure. ]

Unless you simply called me for my company, but I somehow doubt that that is the case.