The faint fragrance of steeping tea lingered in the air, curling lazily around the edges of the high priestess's chamber.
Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting soft golden bars across the plush carpet.
High Priestess Jenna sat reclined on her seat, every movement deliberate, elegant—calm.
At least, on the surface.
Evaya sat opposite her, watching that carefully composed expression with uneasy eyes.
The cup in Jenna's hand looked delicate enough to shatter at a whisper, yet the high priestess's fingers were clamped around it with such force that the porcelain trembled faintly.
"The news is spreading fast. Kana's been taken into custody… for the disappearance of one of your temple's priests."
Evaya began cautiously. Her voice wavered despite herself.
Jenna's gaze flicked up—steady, unreadable.
"I've heard."
Evaya frowned.
"And? What are you going to do?"
