"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 looked away for a second, as if the very idea of Morvienne fitting Kael's desire was an amusing joke.
"Well..." she began, her tone d
