Sevryn was at her workbench, hunched over a leather bracer with a thin chisel and a look on her face like the bracer had insulted her mother, when Ashara walked in.
"Lisei," she said without looking up. "You're early."
"What do you mean? I didn't have an appointment."
"And yet here you are, right when I was starting to get bored." Sevryn set the chisel down and leaned back, stretching her arms overhead until her shoulders popped. "Ahh. So. What broke?"
"Nothing broke. I just... ya know, came to hang out."
Sevryn's brows slowly moved up. Then she smiled and gestured to the chair across from her.
"Tea?"
"Thank you."
Ashara dropped into the chair and kicked her feet up on the edge of the workbench. Sevryn didn't tell her to move them. She filled the kettle from a clay pitcher and set it on the heating rune built into the corner of the table. The water started bubbling almost immediately.
"Okay," Ashara said. "I lied. I did come here for a reason."
"Shocking."
