Leon could feel the tension crawling up his spine long before he opened his mouth, because standing in front of Voren Ashkael was never a casual experience, and answering a question from him felt less like conversation and more like stepping into a quiet interrogation room where every word could be used against you later.
He wanted to give a diplomatic answer, something smooth and carefully backdated, something that would stitch together a believable timeline without exposing too much, but the truth was messy and improvising in front of a man like Voren carried risks he was not prepared to take, especially when he had no real idea what existed between Voren and Seraphine beneath the surface.
Luckily, Seraphine stepped in before Leon could say something that would unravel everything.
