"I don't recall speaking to you," Tamayō muttered, eyes flicking toward me with disdain.
I waved her off lazily, fingers just above the surface of the steaming water.
"Calm yourself. Master Raven told us to relax... It was an order, remember?"
She stared a while longer, flowing irritation simmering behind her lashes.
But before she could retort, Shizuka brushed past in silence, sloping into the rocky basin with the refinement of a shadow.
"Hey!" Alicia snapped, splashing water in protest. "Go rinse that body at the stream before getting in!"
"...Shizuka... not dirty," came the soft, hushed reply—barely audible—as she dipped into the spring until only her nose remained above water.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" Alicia barked again, but stopped short.
Shizuka's nonchalance was too unnerving, too placid.
Though, it clashed wildly with the image of her earlier today—ripping Andras apart like he wasn't a high-ranking Principality; like he wasn't a Marquis-class devil.
