Feels breeze through trunk

I saw that the interior bottom was not made of wood, but appeared to be cushioned,
almost like a bed for some animal.

“Shan’t be a moment,” said Ana. She slipped on her blindfold. “I just
need to meditate on this for a bit before deciding the course of action. The
solitude helps me ponder.” She climbed into the massive trunk and sat
down. “You can wait here. Just don’t touch too much of my damned stuff. I
will know what’s been moved!”

“But, ma’am,” I said. “What are you going t—”

She snapped the trunk door shut on herself. I stared at it, bewildered.
Then came a soft thump from within, as if she was making herself
comfortable, and all fell to silence.

I looked around, unsure what to do. The silence stretched on.

My eye fell on the sack of talints at my feet, and I reflected that now I
really could just walk away with them, if I liked. Yet I decided that the odds
of a solitary young criminal with a huge fortune on his person making it
through a highly patrolled road that was often pestered with murderous
deserters would either be slim to none or none at all. So instead of
committing robbery, I made tea.

I opened Ana’s window and sat beside it, sipping my tea and drinking in
the nightscape of Talagray again. After all I’d discovered today, being in the
city felt hardly safer than any of my idle fantasies of theft and escape. This
place was meant to be the keystone of all the Empire; and yet, in one day,
I’d found it rotten to the core.

Then, with a snap, Ana’s trunk popped open, and she sat up like a
cursed soul from the grave. She paused as she felt the slight breeze in the
room. “Shut that damned window!” she barked. “What are you trying to do
to me, child? I’m attempting to think!”

I fumbled to do so, spilling tea on my Iudex coat, then slammed the
shutters closed like there was a torrential rain outside, rather than a peaceful
evening.

- The Tainted Cup, Chapter 17 pg. 158