If she'd been much fresher from the collapse, the process of being a spiderling to the wind, of being broken, S would have sent her apprentice to run up the side of the Haven's mountain ranges until she was sure some sense had gotten into him. A child seeking out an adult when they hadn't been explicitly told to is absurd. It's practically insubordinate. It would have been enough for any adult to have him whipped or worse. Any adult apart from the mentor keen on Adara, the soft one shaped into an example for the rest.
She doesn't want to be soft like that.
The somali had agreed to meet Orion regardless of her stance on the matter, because either General could punish her for being an improper mentor. She doubts they would but the threat hangs like a sword over her head. The cursed, niggling feeling that they need to be not only served but honored brings that sword closer to her neck. She won't be soft like them. The Haven needs teeth that can bare and bite and protect; if indulging in her apprentice's request will get her that, the so be it. "What quarry does the hunter have today?" The question is more about the reason to be here than any actual prey. For once she's the one hunting for answers and she doesn't like it.
// Orion R.B.K.