"Master," Tsalinade made an awkward curtsy as we approached the sunroom. I had no idea whether it was because it had been a long time since she bowed to anyone, or because she still had some apprehension toward submitting herself to me.
Well, didn't matter to me.
I observed her briefly as we stopped walking. "Are you here because you need another drop of Amrita?" I asked dryly.
It might be because I now knew that Valmeier's grandfather was an identical soul to my grandfather, but I found my annoyance with this magician not lessening one bit--if not increasing. I couldn't say I was glad to see her, so depending on her objective, I would either listen or kick her out.
She flinched and shook her head swiftly. "N-no, that's not--" she paused, biting her teeth and took a deep breath before continuing. "Well...that also why, but I would not dare show my face in front of you with nothing in my hands, Master."
