"Since when do you serve tea here, and where did you acquire a tray?"
Felix's unexpectedly loud inquiry jolted Laith from her silent reverie. She quickly glanced toward the opposite end of the hallway before pivoting her entire body to face him. Her voice resumed its usual quiet pitch as she inquired,
"What are your thoughts on her?"
Felix furrowed his brows in confusion.
"Her? Who do you mean?"
The girl let out an irritated sigh and rubbed her forehead underneath the black hood.
"Rosalie Ashter. Can we truly trust her?"
Uncertainty clouded Felix's expression, and he could only offer a shrug in response.
"I wish I could provide you with a reassuring answer, but thus far, she appears relatively harmless. What sparked this sudden curiosity anyway?"
