The courtyard stretched open as they stepped outside. Students scattered in small clusters, their voices carrying bits of casual chatter. Vencian's hand brushed against the satchel at his side where the papers rested. He had asked to keep it from Elías, and the prince had let it go without a word. That silence made it easier, but it also left Vencian with the weight of deciding what to do with it.
He planned to look it over himself before speaking with Roselys. This wasn't the place for that. The noise of students moving around left little room for private matters.
Elías walked beside him, his pace light but his mood quieter than usual. After a stretch without words, the prince finally said, "You've got that face again."
Vencian didn't turn toward him. "What face?"
"The one where you're thinking too much and trying to hide it."
