Kael and Tyrian were waiting right outside the door when Aestrea finally emerged from the chamber.
He walked out calmly.
His expression was unreadable, smooth, and composed... far too composed for someone who had just spent over an hour with the Goddess of Light.
Kael and Tyrian stared.
Aestrea stared back.
The air between them was so heavy it might as well have been physically sagging.
"…So," Kael began slowly, his eyes narrowing with suspicion.
"You're actually alive..."
"And in one piece," Tyrian added, folding his arms
"…Yes?" Aestrea blinked once.
"...."
Silence.
Kael leaned in closer, squinting so aggressively he looked like he was trying to see through Aestrea's soul.
Tyrian circled him once, like he was inspecting a magical beast.
"…What are you two doing?" Aestrea exhaled sharply, rolling his eyes.
Kael ignored the question entirely.
Instead, he clapped his hands once, nodded firmly to himself, and stated:
"Alright. We have one question."
