Even with his avoidance and the heavy King's power blanketing everything, she can feel some sort of frustration rolling off of him, though she can't pinpoint exactly what it is.

When a too heavy sweep of it enters their room, she sits up, hoping to catch him before he can disappear, but he's behind the door and the lock is latched before she has the chance to say anything to him.

With a deep breath to steady herself, she slides out of the sheets and wraps herself in a gauzy black robe as she heads to the door, only to find it locked as she suspected. Another moment or two and she knocks, leaning close and trying to focus on his emotions. "Zaveid...?"