Reana's expression remained impassive, her signature cold look settling into place like a mask. It was a look that had intimidated many, a look that gave nothing away and promised even less.
Mirian, familiar with the Luna's stoic demeanor, waited patiently for a response, but was met with a wall of silence.
She bit the inside of her mouth, itching for some gossip. Even though she knew that Reana was the last person to satiate her thirst for gossip, she couldn't help pushing her luck. "Luna, I think that something is not right between Miss Vivian and Beta Ryan…"
Her voice trailed off as she glanced at the healer, who was quietly packing up her belongings. Mirian's eyes widened slightly as she realized her mistake - she had forgotten that the healer was still in the room, listening to every word.
Reana's voice cut through the air, "Dira."
The healer turned, her back straightening instinctively. "Luna."
