Beatrix
Beatrix snorted, "That's fair." The questions could have been stupider; like 'how did you age', 'how are you alive?', 'how did you find me?' If she couldn't answer how she had come to age, and how she had come to Whitebrim, he probably couldn't answer any of those questions either.
His hand in hers was colder than she thought she remembered, but she simply accepted it. He was definitely Jace. "The Academy I understand." It was their inheritance, though the fact he was taking over probably meant their mother was dead. So she doesn't ask if she's right. "But the Eirachi..."
She doesn't finish her thought, instead of flashing a smile. Trusting Jace was enough; if the Eirachi wanted his help and he wanted hers, so be it. "Are we going to live in the Academy?" She doesn't ask where Neron or Loren are living; she doesn't care.
His hand in hers was colder than she thought she remembered, but she simply accepted it. He was definitely Jace. "The Academy I understand." It was their inheritance, though the fact he was taking over probably meant their mother was dead. So she doesn't ask if she's right. "But the Eirachi..."
She doesn't finish her thought, instead of flashing a smile. Trusting Jace was enough; if the Eirachi wanted his help and he wanted hers, so be it. "Are we going to live in the Academy?" She doesn't ask where Neron or Loren are living; she doesn't care.
Let's see how long you'll last, puppet.
