"I'm an archaeologist," she stated proudly, drawing a smile from Salviana, who admired Jean's self-assurance.
Alaric scoffed. "And?"
"I've seen you help Princess Rose without touching her," Jean pointed out.
Alaric narrowed his eyes. "Maybe I just have magic, like any last Wyfn-Garde witch."
Jean leaned forward, her tone matter-of-fact. "You walk under the sun and teleport. That's not witchcraft."
'Pumpkin,' Lucius drawled in amusement, 'have you been cheating on me?'
Jean rolled her eyes. "How so?" she asked dryly.
'You've been watching another man,' Lucius wailed.
"Anything unusual interests me," Jean retorted.
"You already have a handful of ghosts, Jean," Salviana interjected, her tone teasing but firm. "Stop watching my husband."
Jean pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. "It wasn't intentional. He's either careless, or I have keen eyes."