Gervase did not move.
His Role Seal remained half-hidden beneath his fingers for several breaths before his hand closed completely over it. "No."
Lucavion's smile barely shifted.
Elara had expected the refusal, and the ease in Lucavion's face suggested he had been waiting for exactly that answer.
Gervase straightened one cuff. "The contents of a Role Seal are private. Revealing mine because another examinee demands proof would defeat the purpose of the exercise."
A perfectly reasonable answer.
"You're right," Lucavion said.
Gervase's expression shifted before he could quite hide it.
Lucavion slipped one hand into his pocket. "The seal is private. So I suppose we'll never know whether you actually came here because of your role."
"That is hardly what I said."
"You asked me to justify my invitation through mine."
"I asked why Master Aerath would approach Lady Maraven."
"And when I ask the same of you, suddenly the seal becomes sacred."
