Evening.
Tea chamber, Jones Estate.
Critic Arley, Critic-Ishire.
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"I am Conan's friend, he is unable to come after your letter so I decided to come instead"
Sarah's heart spiked. "Where is he?"
"Off to Critic-Citadel monthly meeting," There was a tinge of sadness and longing in Helena's voice that Sarah caught.
She smiled. "You are correct, I had completely forgotten about the meeting, did you read my letter?" she asked.
"Yes, I apologize but the paper was peeked at by the courier already" Helena confessed.
Sarah gasped, her palm coming to her chest. "I knew he sounded sloppy earlier, thank you for coming to keep me company" she expressed.
Helena only smiled overwhelmed and shy, unable to keep the conversation.
"Do you want tea?"
At Sarah's question, Helena nodded before she recalled the woman couldn't see her so she verbalized her agreement "Yes tea will be great"
