Ravon did not slow down as Neria followed him through the corridor.
His pace remained steady, his posture straight, his presence as composed and unyielding as ever, and for once, Neria did not attempt to fill the silence with her usual stream of commentary.
This situation was a little different because she might have gone a little bit overboard this time and something about the way he had looked at her earlier lingered in her mind.
Not anger.
Not irritation.
But something far more deliberate.
When they reached a quieter section of the mansion, he stopped.
Neria nearly walked past him before catching herself and turning back awkwardly.
"…Are we having a meeting?" she asked cautiously.
Ravon faced her fully this time, his gaze settling on her with a level of focus that immediately made her straighten without realizing it.
"You will keep a low profile," he said.
The words were calm, but firm enough that they did not leave room for interpretation.
Neria blinked.
