Eccar looked at Sylmira, studying her closely now. The pleasant expression she had worn earlier was gone and replaced by calm focus, her true nature as an Archmage surfacing.
She wasn't here to play host anymore. She wanted answers.
"Well, that's fair enough," Eccar thought. He let out a soft chuckle and leaned back slightly in his seat, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Sylmira's brow furrowed at his reaction. Her lips parted slightly, caught between confusion and curiosity.
Then something in her gaze shifted to understanding, maybe. She realized that whatever happened in that forest wasn't something Eccar would talk about freely.
"My apologies," she said gently. "I should've asked first whether you're comfortable sharing it… or if you even want to."
