Irelia was practically sprawled across the table, her body leaning forward while her face rested sideways on the smooth surface, her light hair scattered haphazardly around her. Her fingers drummed erratically, a clear sign of accumulated irritation, as she stared blankly with a deeply defeated expression, as if she had just lost an important battle—and, in a way, she had.
"I swear… he does it on purpose," she murmured, her voice muffled by her position, but laden with enough frustration to pierce the room. "Whenever it seems like something is going to… happen, he just shows up with another mission, another request, another problem."
She turned her face slightly, looking at the woman in front of her with a tired gaze, almost too dramatic to be taken entirely seriously.
"And Kael goes. Always goes."
There was a short pause, and then she sighed louder, exaggerating a little more now.
"And I'm left there. Waiting. Again."
