Vell adjusted his collar, still feeling the faint pressure from Jia's earlier grip. He smirked, and his usual confidence returned.
"Well, it looks like it is just us. Cozy, is not it?"
Jia glared daggers at him, and her fists were clenched tightly.
"You are insufferable," she hissed. "If not for the queen's orders, you would be nothing but a stain on this floor."
"Glad to see we are starting on the right foot," he said, and he leaned back in his chair. "But let us put the hostility aside for now. We have got work to do, and wasting energy on each other is not going to help anyone."
'Though, is this really where we are going to sleep? Harsh does not even begin to explain this. Well, whatever, as long as we are not disturbed.'
"Yenna, come over, do not be shy. Say hi to our new friend."
She stepped closer and offered a small, timid wave.
"Hello," she said softly, and her voice was barely above a whisper.
