"Cassian... You have a beautiful name." Eula's voice echoed with a soft timbre in the room, accompanied by her elegant movement as she placed the cup on the table.
There was a glint in her red eyes when she heard Cassian's name. "Who gave you this name?"
Cassian stopped his finger tracing the rim of the cup.
This question took him back for a moment to that stormy night, his mother's tears, and that last moment she held him. A mix of sudden longing and bitterness rising within him reflected in his voice.
"My mother," he said briefly. "She gave it."
"Your mother?" Eula paused for a moment. The calm expression on her face cracked for a second, her eyebrows raised slightly. But this astonishment gave way to that controlled smile again within seconds.
"How nice," she said, her voice taking on that big-sisterly affection again. "Here, the person who names all of us is our eldest sister, Olivia."
She pointed to the empty chair with her hand, as if pointing to someone unseen.
