Voren didn't turn around immediately, like turning around meant acknowledging an interruption he hadn't invited.
"What." Not a question. Barely even a word.
Jasmine stepped closer anyway, careful, like she was approaching something that might startle. "Marigold won't eat." She kept her voice even, factual, giving him just the information and nothing extra.
"I'll be there," Voren answered, still not looking at her. He finally got Seraphine to look at him again with soft eyes and he was determined to keep things that way until he figured what happened to the memories they shared before she broke his heart.
His gaze was still on the middle distance somewhere past Seraphine's shoulder, and Jasmine was smart enough to understand the dismissal for what it was.
But before she turned to go, her gaze moved to Seraphine just long enough. Whatever was in that look didn't have a clean name. It wasn't hostility exactly, but it wasn't warmth either.
