Lion Head Mesa fifteenth

There was not motivation to hunt for herself, now that meals were delivered to her at regular intervals by the servants. Diantha enjoyed that, but what was she supposed to do with her time. Everybody else seemed wrapped up in their own whatever, and she had taken to roaming the winding tunnels restlessly.

Somebody followed her, and she stopped where she was to turn and face him. Another servant?

Why are you following me? she asked, her tone more curious than accusatory.