"How long have you and Ser Patrick known each other?" She asked. A different question from the days before. It was the sort of question that one would usually start with, but Nila had noted that Asabel had an uncomfortable habit of starting right in the middle of things. Her friendliness drove her towards it.
"Uhm…" Nila looked to Greeves, trying to piece the timeframe together herself.
Greeves opened his mouth to give Nila an answer, but no words came out. He frowned in embarrassment at his own nervousness, and then Nila could practically see him letting the light fade from his eyes so that he could pretend to be elsewhere.
"A few years, I suppose?" Nila offered, before hurriedly finishing with the proper title, as Blackthorn's gaze threatened to bear a hole through her. "My Queen."
