The hum of the jet engine filled the air steady, low, almost like a lullaby. Nyxella had finally fallen asleep across her mother's lap, her tiny hand curled into Elisa's sleeve.
For a long time, silence reigned between both Nix and Elisa. It wasn't uncomfortable at first but then it began to bite them both. Nix turned his gaze from the clouds and fixed it on her.
"You grew up in the Sorrento household, didn't you?" he asked, his tone casual but laced with a quiet curiosity.
Elisa looked up, with cautious eyes before responding "Yes."
Nix leaned back, studying her posture the way her shoulders were straight, and her movements precise. "Then you must know a bit of martial arts. The Sorrentos always trained their heirs, even the women."
Her eyes hardened slightly, but she didn't answer immediately. "No," she said finally, her voice even. "I don't… I was always sick as a child" she said, narrowing her eyes.
