Oh how the time flew by.  Four found herself strolling through En’s castle, cloaked in a brown robe to conceal her form— though one may argue it only made her look more suspicious.  She picked up her pace in her stroll as she was starting to attract more attention than she’d like— and oh was one of the guards pointing at her and whispering to another?

As anxious as ever, the fox scampered deeper into the confines of the castle, ducking quickly into a room just to be met with the sight of En, right as his desk.  Thank god, just the person she was looking for. “You look rather stressed.” She points out, a warm smile blossoming on her face as she peels her hood off.  In all their time of knowing each other Four doesn’t look a day older than when they met. The king looked rather stressed, hopefully she could offer a listening ear to whatever he seemed to be struggling with.