Seira didn't give up easily, and over the next two days she appeared with what seemed like calculated randomness, always friendly, always curious, always finding reasons to be wherever Dante happened to be.
At the water purification station. Near the dungeon entrance they were scouting. Even at the edge of their camp once, claiming she took a wrong turn in the confusing corridors of the sunken city.
"She's persistent," Astrid observed, watching Seira retreat after yet another "accidental" encounter as she leaned against a pillar with her arms crossed. "I'll give her that."
"She's used to getting what she wants." He kept his eyes on the corridor where Seira disappeared, his voice flat and his expression carefully blank. "In the original timeline, people fell over themselves to help her. I was no different."
"And now?" Astrid pushed off the pillar and stepped closer, studying his face.
