He waited for everyone to leave the room before turning to her.
She remained by his side as if she were afraid he'd say something harsh if she dared to move or breathe too loudly.
"You're coming to the Town with me."
She blinked.
"I have something to tell you."
She stepped back, putting distance between them.
Something black amongst her fingers caught his eye.
"What's that?"
She coloured instantly, tucking her hand further behind her.
Yeren narrowed his eyes at her. Then, quicker than both their shadows, his hand shot out and caught hers.
The sound of ripping fabric tire through the silence as the sleeve of her dress slipped down the length of her arm.
But none of them seemed to care about the damaged clothing.
His gaze was fixed on the black claw on her hand.
"You have a… claw?"
She shook her head sheepishly, hoping to deny an already glaring truth.
"What is it, then? A costume?"
Claire coloured almost immediately.
