Adam pushed the door of the sickroom closed behind them with a soft click. The corridor was dim, lit only by a single lantern hanging from a beam. The three of them walked in silence for a few steps before Lilith spoke, her voice low and measured.
"Our disguises are good," she said, "but not perfect. Elise saw through us the moment you touched her. If a dying princess with a soul curse can sense our nature so easily… others might too. Mages. Inquisitors. Even ordinary people with sharp instincts."
Ignis rubbed the back of her neck, golden eyes flicking toward the closed door they had just left.
"I almost lost it when she said it out loud," she admitted, voice quieter than usual. "My first thought was—kill her before she tells anyone. Old habits from the dungeon, you know? Humans always scream 'monster' and swing swords first."
Adam stopped walking and turned to face them both.
