Aurelia Shaw's red lips pressed together, her eyes cold and distant, her brows furrowed slightly in confusion.
She suddenly thought of how Mason Nightshade looked when she came out of the bathroom, seemingly in a panic looking for her, as if afraid she would suddenly disappear.
She had seen this expression before... on her first night back with the crew, during a meal break she left and ran into Hadrian Turner halfway, so she returned a bit late.
When she returned to the room, she saw Mason Nightshade sitting on the sofa looking desolate, and when he saw her, there was a flash of relieved joy in his eyes, mingled with a slight fear and tension.
Aurelia felt a twinge of suspicion in her heart, but she didn't ask.
She brushed his hand away, her tone somewhat aloof, "Go change your clothes first."
Mason looked up at her, feeling that her attitude towards him had grown a lot colder, but... maybe she was just hungry.
Her mood often swung unpredictably, quite willful.
