Eira scoffed, unscrewing the cap and taking another sip, stalling for time. "Guilty? Of what, exactly?"
Jania smirked. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe for saying or doing something that pushed him away? Or maybe…" She tilted her head, studying Eira closely. "For feeling something you don't want to admit?"
Eira laughed. "Please tell me you don't think I have feelings for your 'Master Lyle.'"
Jania shook her head, smiling. "I never said anything about that, but your reaction says plenty."
Eira shot her a sharp look, setting the bottle down with deliberate force. "And what reaction would that be?"
Jania's smile widened, the mischievous glint in her eyes growing more prominent. "Defensiveness, for one. The way you're gripping that bottle like it personally offended you? That's another."
