"Neera?" Zavian called again, so softly that Neera had to hold her tears from breaking free again.
"Nothing," she said. "It's just... I am struggling to come to terms with my new reality. But Penelope being here is of immense help."
When Zavian kept watching her and said nothing, she turned around to look him in the face. Her fingers raised to trace his jawline, and she gave him a smile.
"A little birdie told me about a potion being fed to the horses," she said.
Zavian's brows creased. "Who told you?"
"It doesn't matter. What is that about?"
Zavian sighed and took the hand on his jaw. "Nothing major."
"Okay," she was disappointed at the disinterested reply. "How about this? We go into town together this week and have all the time of our lives. But... but...," Neera held a finger as a smile widened on her lips. "We dress as commoners, and stay away from being recognized."
Zavian managed to smile. "What have you got up your sleeves?"
