Rymora didn't like what she heard. Not one bit, even as she struggled to keep a frown off her face. Fixing her gaze on Gregory, who returned it without hesitation.
He was still the same brother she knew — the one who ignored her one minute while looking at her with disdain with the other.
At that moment, somehow, he managed to do both even as he went ahead to speak again, his tone sharp and impatient.
"...So when tomorrow would you be able to get her out of the castle?" he asked. He had spoken clearly, and just as clearly, he expected her to have listened. After that, there was nothing more to be said.
Rymora slowly nodded her head, the movement small and tense, even as she wrapped her hands around her stomach, which was much bigger than before under the free-flowing gown she wore. The fabric pooled softly around her lap, disguising but not quite hiding the truth of her condition.
