Getting to the castle, and right back to her room, while Aria went in with Liora, Rymora and Harriet were left outside.
The corridors had fallen into that hushed silence that castles often carried at twilight—stone walls swallowing sound, every creak of a distant hinge echoing faintly like a ghost.
"Do you really think…." Harriet began to speak, her words faltering midway as her gaze collided with Rymora's. The woman's quiet expression gave nothing away.
There was no turmoil there, no flicker of faith or doubt—simply indifference, as though the very question of a god's existence were beneath her notice. Rymora's stillness carried its own weight, silencing Harriet more effectively than any rebuke could.
After that, they pretty much settled into silence, waiting for Aria to finish her conversation and return. Both women lingered in the corridor with a nervous sort of patience, desperately hoping that Zyren didn't come back anytime soon.
