Hiding Place (5)

Lira hadn't sat back down. She moved along the edge of the room now, slow, silent. Checking things that didn't need checking. 

Her hand brushed one of the shelves. Adjusted a cup. Shifted a small pouch by the doorway.

Lindarion watched her. He didn't speak right away.

When he did, it was quiet. Even.

"How strong are you?"

She didn't look over.

"Stronger than most," she said.

"Not an answer."

She turned slightly, not facing him, just enough for her voice to carry back.

"I've survived things that would kill most mages. Walked out of more than one trap bleeding. Fought people with better technique. Won anyway."

He tilted his head a little.

'So… vague but confident. Typical dark elf answer.'

"You and Ren," he said. "You travel together?"

"Sometimes."

"Why?"

That finally got her to turn fully. She leaned back against the stone shelf, arms folded again.