we'll tell you what we know

Aurelia

over the riots
above all the noise

Aurelia sits in her seat and, from what can be seen, she appears calm. Her shoulders are lax and her back rests flat against the arch of the chair. Her lips are measured carefully shut, allowing nothing more than a stiff smile as Sah and Cordelia enter through the door. The fire crackles and spits behind her as a log splits, and her fingers twitch in unison with it.

There's a presence that comes up beside her suddenly, and her focus leaves their guests for a moment as Maeve tends to them with tea. Her gaze lands on dark scales and filmy wings. Amber, serpentine eyes blink back up at her. She offers a barely-audible sigh and rests one hand against the top of Aidon's head for a moment.

As Maeve's voice takes on a more formal tone, Aurelia lifts her chin to assess the situation more attentively. Sah, she's met before, so her gaze trains a bit harder on Cordelia - someone she's never seen.

For now, however, she is silent - leaving all of the breathing room the two Halovians would need to speak their pieces. Her expression harbors no judgements. In fact, there is a sliver of concern that pinches between her brows and creases the corners of her lips.

through all the worry
i still hear your voice