By the time they arrived at Andrew's mansion, the noise from the port had faded into something distant.
The room he received them in looked almost exactly the same as the last time Trafalgar had stepped inside. The same broad sofas. The same table between them. The same expensive ornaments placed with the kind of care meant to make the room feel grander than it truly was. Nothing had changed there.
Andrew had.
Trafalgar noticed that before he even sat down.
A maid entered with tea and placed the cups down carefully, one after another, trying not to linger longer than necessary in the presence of her lord's guests. Trafalgar thanked her with a small nod before picking up the cup. Zafira did the same, quiet as ever beside him, her hood lowered now that they were indoors.
Trafalgar began without wasting time.
"How is your son, Andrew? Is Leon doing well? What is he doing now? I did not see him this time, not in the mansion or anywhere else."
