Tears?

Sliding her fingers over the books, Ophelia was able to do nothing but lose herself in thought as she moved slowly between the enormous shelves. Her need to understand Danil's words' meaning and the relationship between both of their kinds was only reasonable.

She sighed and pursed her lips, realizing Nikolai was keeping a lot. Does this imply that she was clueless?

She suddenly stopped, pulled out a book from the shelf, and turned to face Yulia who was trailing behind her.

"Do you believe I'm clueless?" She questioned, squeezing the book firmly.

"If you stop to think about it, we both are." Yulia gently nodded in response. "However, you shouldn't worry too much. Nikolai is only keeping things from you because he wants to keep you safe."

Ophelia raised an eyebrow in surprise at her assertion. She recalled having breakfast with the Novikovs. Particularly Yulia emphasized her distaste over her presence.