Sitting in front of his sovereigns, Daneel was staring into the air with vacant eyes, with his brow furrowed and his fingers tapping the armrest of his throne, while everyone waited for him to give the final go-ahead.
A day had passed since Dalia's visit to Eastcliff village, and Eloise had had to spend some time calming down the little girl, as she had been disturbed by what she had experienced.
Daneel had also apologized, even though both Helena and Dalia had both said that it wasn't needed, as he hadn't thought that this kind of animosity would show itself.
