Savvy v. to understand
She brought tea, a peace offering for intruding. They'd only spoken once or twice, so whether Vayne's isolation was voluntary or not was still a mystery, but at least she would appreciate the hot drink.
Leona found her on the roof, overlooking the Institute's campus. Dark clouds obscured the sky, leaving molted patches of silver and black across the rooftops. The night was a chill one, with a breeze that reminded any out of the early hour of morning.
Vayne's flapping cape and imposing silhouette were the only indicators of her presence. Otherwise, crouched over and unmoving as she was, she could be yet another gargoyle guarding the roof.
Taking care to keep her footfalls light enough to not lose her footing on the shingles but heavy enough so her target would hear her approach, Leona moved to the edge of the roof. She set down her things and sat next to Vayne with her legs dangling into empty space.
"How are you this night, Night Hunter?"
Vayne made no move to acknowledge the other champion's presence. Even watching her as she was, Leona could not be sure whether her lips moved when she responded.
"You should leave. Your being here will scare off my prey."
"And what prey would that be?" Leona asked lightly. She collected the tea pot from the tray and poured a cup. "Surely you don't expect some crazed witch to attack the Institute."
"No, the threats here have been invited in. Monsters, witches, the League welcomes them all." Her face, lit by the dulled moonlight, stood white and hard against the night sky. "But I know their true faces. I will not forget, or slack in my vigil."
Leona offered her a cup of tea. Vayne ignored her,
"But what do you hope to accomplish, out like this every night? Besides painting truly impressible dark circles around your eyes."
Vayne's face could have been carved marble. "That is none of your concern, sun champion."
"The sun reaches all of Runeterra, even you."
Vayne did not respond.
The cup had grown cold in her hand. Leona set it back on the tray. Perhaps it was time for a change in tactics.
"You seem quite comfortable with heights. Have you always been that way?"
A tiny crack appeared in the marble.
"No."
Leona offered her a fresh cup of tea. This time, Vayne took it. She didn't drink, just held it in front of her face and inhaled.
Well, it was a start.