Chapter 72: Wait a minute, what wrong with you, this isn't like you.
"Oh my, you really need to calm down every once in a while. It's starting to look like you're the one more worried about him than I am." Silvia's laughter was light yet similar to a beautiful chiming sound that seemed to dance through the dusty air of the antique shop, standing out from the heavy silence that had preceded it.
She leaned back against the polished counter, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement, yet her gaze reminded sharp as always, constantly trying to decipher Elaras expressions.
Elara, standing rigidly by a shelf of delicate, strange porcelain, scowled deeply, the expression carving harsh lines into her usually serene face. The scowl was her only answer.
