"...It was a figure of speech, Mother."
"I know," she spoke with a poker face, yet her eyes carried a strong glint.
They walked on. Somewhere behind the main building, Luna's voice carried over the construction noise, arguing with Calypso about the correct way to arrange the interview tables for tomorrow's onslaught.
In under an hour, the application count had climbed past a million, so Alexandra had stopped refreshing it and started laminating signs instead.
Vespera was quiet for a dozen steps, which from her was a paragraph.
"Nyx, Aria, and Bastet... You sent them into rooms full of men who have spent thirty years eating young guilds alive."
"I didn't send them anywhere. They volunteered and I agreed."
"Do you think letting those three go without help was a good idea?"
Kaiden smiled, and there was nothing in it he intended to explain. Mysterious, even.
"I do."
