The shift in the room is notable, but she can feel him even before his own start to move. She tenses, hopefully not too visibly, but enough so that the guard to her right, a woman just a few years older than her, leans forward to whisper in hushed tones. "The highest Council members thought it best to to end the games and... strengthen the gravity behind their invitations."

Dove's firsts clench at her sides before she stands once more, wings shuffling anxiously in frustration and eyes bright with angry golden Light. She doesn't entirely understand the tunic; it's clearly of the High, and far too short and casual to be appropriate for a meeting of this magnitude, but it's the indings that infuriate her, even moreso than his unexpected presence. At least Zaveid doesn't look.... angry...

"I apologize, My Lord. I had no idea you would be joining us today," she greets him, voice carrying across the room and filled with a tone of genuine apology and poorly concealed indignation. "Unbind him. Immediately."

The flames lining the walls in their crystal troughs flare brighter, just enough so that a few of her angels move to do exactly that without even a glance at those who commanded the bindings in the first place.