Kaya comes, dressed for another fight. Her cloak is not in appearance, but the black clothing was. The fabric was a woven material. Light, but it offered some unknown protection. Her dagger is tucked into her boot. Her hair is braided tightly back again, and tucked into a bun.

She moves with a liquid, feline grace. There is nothing gentle in her face. In fact, her face doesn't have much expression on it at all. Her pendant is back around her neck. She says nothing, only watching the sparring match between the teacher and Jizero.