Lynnor's gaze flicked briefly to their hands.
Her lips tugged up slightly as she led them forward.
The two people stood in the courtyard, waiting for them.
One frowned openly, and the other just remained calm, but displeasure burned in his eyes.
His gaze narrowed, eyes focused on Aramith and Mozrael.
Once they were close enough, Lynnor scratched her chin and seemed to be thinking about something, then-
"Did Ilthane send you as cleaners? My floors are filthy."
Her words angered the girl even more.
She shook with rage. "Lynnor you—" but before she could finish, the sharp-eyed boy placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Wait."
Lynnor raised an eyebrow. "Are you?" she asked patiently.
The girl cast her a look, then glanced at the others before looking away.
She rubbed her wrist.
"You know why we're here, Lynnor," the boy spoke calmly.
"Hmmm, I have a few guesses, but I'm not so sure about that. Could you tell me what you want then?" She cupped her ear, waiting for him to speak.
