The awkward atmosphere hung. Lucen avoided everyone's eyes, but he felt that he was hiding his discomfort well. If there was one thing he knew how to do, it was to act calm.
He clasped forearms with Kon and Helie. It was an informal way of greeting—one he was pretty sure developed as a way to show someone you weren't hiding something up your sleeve.
Lucen caught Set's gaze lingering on him, suspicion flashing briefly. Ymir seemed surprised by his presence, walking over to greet him.
Ymir saluted him. "I went to your room this morning, but I remembered the doors weren't to be open to Sixth Light."
"Why are you up so early?" Lucen asked. "Surely you could have met Aya two hours from now?"
Set walked forward, stopping mere inches from Lucen. The silence dragged for a moment as he stared into Lucen's eyes. Lucen held the gaze; he needed to make sure Set's suspicions weren't validated.
"We wanted to speak to her personally. We want to make sure she isn't dragging us to our deaths."
