Eve's POV
They were back in Seraphine's chambers within the hour.
The fire was still going. Someone had added wood while they were in the outer halls. Eve noticed this and then noticed she was noticing it because her mind needed something small to hold onto after forty minutes of performing composure in a room full of people who were trying to read her.
She sat. Damian stood near the window. Damon took the chair closest to the door.
Seraphine didn't sit. She moved through the room the way she always seemed to....with the particular energy of someone who processed information better while in motion.
"The presentation landed well," she said. "Better than I expected given the leaked arrival." She stopped near her desk. "The Revolutionary faction's people were in the hall when you walked in. I counted eleven of them positioned at different points...watching, not approaching. When Seraphine's formal acknowledgment happened they pulled back. Not far. But back."
"Rattled," Damon said.
