Silent footsteps filled the absence of unsaid questions. Evelina sighed, looking ahead of her where West was holding out his lamp, whispering a spell at the entrance. A protection spell, perhaps. She could only guess, for he had not said anything to her since Alardis left the building.
Well, besides, "You're the only one Mitchel wants to speak to."
If they were in a normal situation, he would probably say it in a proud voice- telling her how glad he was that she had finally gotten along with someone, even if that was not the case. Not that she was waiting for him to tell her that. Why would she, when she did not have the right, after all.
Evelina could not help but recall what happened after the witch opened the door. No one was supposed to be there but her, and she was handling herself quite alright- but then, there was West.
