Darius's mind snapped out of his reverie when he reached this point, because, in the milliseconds that he had been drowned in his memories, the redhead Deia look-alike had met eyes with him.
At that moment, she too froze with a look of incredulity, surprising the fellows who were walking behind her. Two gold/yellow-ish pupils met, a wealth of meaning and feelings conveyed between them.
The Deia look-alike gasped like she had been winded and whispered in a voice so low that Darius could only make out what she murmured by reading her lips.
"It's… you…"
The very next moment, the well-dressed nobleman who looked to be an inquisitor stepped forward and traced where Deia was staring. Once he locked onto Darius, his brows creased and he frowned deeply.
The pope who also stood a little ways off gazed at Darius with a raised eyebrow. He turned to the Deia look-alike and queried slowly.
"Paladin Deia, is there a problem?"
