"Why are you out here in the middle of the night?" she asked, her voice even.
Elias shrugged. "I couldn't sleep."
"Neither could I." Selene's lips quirked into a small, humorless smile. She gestured to the sword in her hand. "This helps me think."
Elias nodded slowly, unsure of what to say. He glanced at the sword, noting how natural it looked in her hand. She had always been skilled with weapons, even as a child. But now, there was something different about her—a quiet intensity that hadn't been there before.
Selene took a step closer, and Elias fought the urge to take a step back.
"You're quiet," she said, her gaze unwavering. "Too quiet. It makes me wonder what you're hiding."
Elias stiffened. She suspects something.
"I'm just a priest," he said softly, lowering his gaze. "There's nothing to hide."
Selene hummed thoughtfully, tapping the tip of her sword against the ground. "Is that so?"