While the lady tended to Cora, Leonardo used the opportunity to study their surroundings more closely.
He was grateful for the bits of information she had offered earlier, but a part of him refused to take her words at face value. She spoke with the composure of someone who had been accustomed to helping others, no surprise there, but something about her manners still kept him on guard.
Trust, he reminded himself, was a luxury he couldn't afford.
As his gaze roamed the room, Leonardo's eyes drifted upwards. Beyond the rafter, he noticed a narrow wooden staircase tucked in the corner, leading up to a dimly lit floor.
"No, I don't leave alone," Mira replied, carefully dabbing freshly made balm onto Cora's ankle, her lilt voice steady and unbothered. "Is there a problem?"
Leonardo's eyes lingered on the stairway for a moment longer. Cora shook her head to keep Mira's attention on her, trying to sound casual about it.
