"Yes, fairies do, indeed, get less than three decades on average," yet another flat and dry chuckle escaped him, "I suppose the subject matter isn't nearly as complex as I thought it was,"
Arabella's already tame smile faded further upon locking eyes with Lady Persephone. Sitting in the same chair since the beginning, the hostess seemed to follow their conversation from afar. Undoubtedly ensuring the young woman would not blunder her first shift as an entertainer.
"... Three hundred years is quite the odd age for us,"
Lord Edward's voice came back to jostle her out of the mind cocoon that had muted the world around her. Realizing she'd missed the first half of his sentence, her entire body tensed up, leaving her latest breath stuck in her throat.
"Is everything alright?" he titled his head slightly forward, "Your heart rate accelerated all of a sudden. I presume that is not natural,"
