Rey looked hard at her aunt, searching for clues, anything that would show her that Tilia was lying. She found none.
“You must be joking,” she said, her voice sounding hollow to her own ears. She wished Tilia would burst into her tinkly laughter and confirm that she had been playing a prank on them like she did so often from Rhaenar’s memories.
Tilia however crushed her hopes, a grave look on her face that spelled trouble for Rey.
“I am not, unfortunately. I wish I was though, because I too am confused. What exactly is going on?”
“Ehem.”
The two of them looked at Zaria simultaneously, each no doubt wondering what she had to say and whether it would be helpful.
“Clearly there has been a severe lack of communication between both parties—“
“Clearly,” Tilia said under her breath, splas
