Michael and the Sword Saint began to make preparations to leave. Lucia was left in the tent with Clover.
"It's been a while!" Clover exclaimed. Hearing the news didn't seem to affect Clover as it had the others. They addressed Lucia with the usual airy attentiveness.
"What a mess!"
Lucia nodded.
"You look sad. "Clover observed.
Lucia, who was lost in thought, refocused her eyes on Clover. Despite the words, Clover's face appeared more curious than empathetic. It was true that Clover didn't know DB well. Yet, the indifference annoyed Lucia. She thought about the conversations she had had with Clover. Yes, Clover had listened but she wondered if that was the same of understanding.
She shook the thought from her head. Now wasn't the time to be doubting what allies she had left. Lucia cleared her throat.
"I am," She said plainly. "Aren't you?" She asked. She had meant it to be neutral but the tone had taken the provocative cadence.
