Erza's voice was cold when she spoke, but beneath the coldness, something else stirred, curiosity, perhaps, or the hunger for answers that had been denied to her for too long.
"I would like to meet her."
Fiona lifted her head, surprise flickering across her tired features.
She had done it. She had made the cold, unyielding dragon queen agree to a meeting. She had not been certain the mention of Nova would work, it had been a gamble, a desperate throw of the dice.
But she remembered the way Erza's eyes had blazed when she first mentioned Nova, the way her voice had dropped, dangerous and sharp: How dare you, a human, know about Nova? And she had used Chief Sara's background as a shield, as a key, as a bridge between worlds.
