"Yes," he said simply.
"Oh." Nami sat with that for a second. "Okay."
She looked back at the table. There was something in her expression that she smoothed away before it fully formed, a quick internal adjustment that she was practiced enough to make it almost invisible.
Almost.
"What's she like?" Nami asked after a moment. The question came out casual, conversational, like she was asking about the weather.
Noah considered how to answer that. In his head, three very different faces appeared simultaneously.
Lila's eyes when she was deciding whether she was going to argue with him or just be right at him until he agreed. The particular quality of her fury, compact and precise and completely unwilling to tolerate nonsense. The way she'd rejected his first three outfit choices before the Angel dinner without a single moment of hesitation.
