Neveah stood by the balcony, but she watched as Lord Rodrick lifted the chest containing Asrig's writings into Jian's study, placing it on the table.
The middle aged man was swaddled in fur coats and still appeared to have a shiver here or there, though he was clearly trying his best to hide it from Neveah's notice.
Neveah smiled sympathetically when Lord Rodrick's gaze met hers.
He walked over to Neveah, lowering his head to a small bow.
"You look stunning in that dress, My Lady." Lord Rodrick said.
"I owe that to Davina. I may not be able to extend my thanks in person this time around. I have with my own words sentenced myself to being unable to leave the Keep at liberty." Neveah replied regretfully.
"You made the right choice, giving the council an upper hand in this circumstance and still clarifying your standing." Lord Rodrick said with a nod of his head.
