That alone made Ivy straighten slightly.
"…What is it?" Ivy asked, her tone shifting as her focus sharpened. She adjusted her glasses slightly, studying Rem's face more carefully now. Something was definitely off.
Rem finally spoke.
"I need your help."
The words were simple.
But they hit harder than anything else.
Ivy didn't move.
Her expression changed instantly, all traces of casual ease disappearing. Her eyes narrowed slightly behind her glasses as her mind processed what she had just heard.
Remedy didn't ask for help.
Ever.
If she did, it meant one thing.
Whatever this was… it wasn't small. The weight of those words lingered in the air between them, pressing down on Ivy's chest. She studied Remedy for a second longer, then gestured quietly toward the side of the workshop.
"Sit."
