Though certainly not as long of a day as Linden unfortunately needed to have, Nill's own hadn't exactly been sunshine and rainbows. As it turns out Candi's interference nearly twenty hours ago was almost entirely because she recognized the bidder Linden was with - a fact that she let Nill know as she was dragging her back to the group she was with for the evening. Though the words "you do not want to spend the evening with that man" had probably been said out of kindness, one of the few kinds that Capitolites actually seem to know, they had done next to nothing good for Nill. She had tried to get away, to go back and do something, but the only time Nill managed to look was long enough to see Linden making sure Claudius didn't try to bring her over again, and that was the last she was able to spot him.

So, perhaps understandably, it had been a rough night after that. She finished up her with the people that wanted her time and went home and finished off the stash she had hidden from one of her earlier Arena deaths, and waited until Stephen called to let her know that Linden was back, and that he "would be" okay. Then it was mostly spending the next twelve hours drinking coffee, or trying (and failing) not to doze off on the couch several times. She never drifted off for more than thirty minutes, but at least she didn't try to blame Stephen for the ordeal or try to punch him, which she very well may have done had she found him right away.

It's during one of these periods of dozing off that Linden finally wanders out of his room, and though he's not making much noise Nill starts awake. Thankfully that couch isn't really in easy view of the rooms, so Linden might not notice it, but Nill waits a moment to listen and gets up immediately when she determines the person walking is in fact not Stephen. Nill doesn't get more than a few feet closer before she spots what's been done to his neck and she freezes in place, worried and slightly wide-eyed, horror in almost every line of her features.

Oh, god, that bastard.