"So... that's how you both met," Thalira murmured airily.

Morvienne offered a gentle, composed smile. "Yes."

Thalira didn't look away. Instead, her gaze drifted, slow and calculating, as if she were appraising a piece of furniture that didn't quite fit the room. A small, tight crease formed between her brows. "You don't seem like his usual type, though."

The smile on Morvienne's lips softened, melting away into a look of quiet observation. She tilted her head, eyes searching Thalira's face for the hidden barb. "Do you know his type well?"

Thalira let out a soft, scoff-like laugh—a sound that was barely a breath, yet managed to be utterly dismissive. She...