"Get seated, everyone."
Feng gestured around them. "We are all literally sitting."
"Hush, Jiai," Felicity waved her hand, graceful as ever, before crossing one leg over the other, lifting her cup for a small sip of elven tea, then gently placing it into her palm, setting the stage.
"I'll explain something to you that not many people are aware of."
Feng needed Ayame's hand resting on her shoulder to stop her fists from trembling. Somehow, it turned out that Quinlan's cheeky samurai was quite a good mother, at least as far as clicking with Feng to play their supposed mother-daughter role was concerned.
Felicity's expression shifted as the atmosphere subtly changed around the table. She hadn't lost her smile, but its shape was different now: gentler and much less mischievous, shaded by things unsaid.
