Zaine was fed up with all the unanswered questions swimming around in his head. His attempt at pulling Donella out of her shell had been a failure, to say the least, and he was thoroughly discouraged in that area. If she wanted to get out, she'd have to do it on her own from here. Not to say he'd given up on her; he just wasn't interested in wasting any more breath on arguing a conversation he couldn't do some good through.
In other matters, Ioan seemed like a man in need of a good conversation. Zaine certainly hadn't forgotten the unfortunate letter incident, but he believed the man had more he could say that needed saying. And if he didn't? Well, Zaine had the advantage there. Knowledge was indeed power, and he was prepared to excercise it a bit. With his thoughts more clear and settled, he rolled off his bed and set off down the hall. Last time he had taken this path he had been up to his neck in guilt and concern, but this was much different.