For a few moments after that, the room remained quiet. Garrika stayed seated, though some of the awkwardness from before still lingered around her. Rhosyn sat across from her with an easier posture, one arm resting near the table, while Trafalgar's attention drifted now and then toward the door.
The conversation that followed was light enough. Garrika spoke first. "So... where is it going to be?"
"The wedding?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
"In Euclid."
Her ears twitched slightly. "I see." A faint smile appeared on her face. "Then I guess it'll be cold as hell."
"It will," Trafalgar said.
Rhosyn glanced at him from the side. "That's a very dry way to talk about your own wedding."
"What exactly am I supposed to say?"
That made Garrika laugh softly, and for a brief moment the atmosphere in the room felt almost normal. Just three people sitting together while the sounds from the rest of the place remained far enough away not to disturb them.
Then Garrika froze.
