The following morning, Kael discovered that Amelia wasn't the only person capable of turning simple choices into documents.
Irelia was in the library.
He hadn't seen her sitting at that table for several days, although he knew she was still working with Amelia on minor household matters and the final legal adjustments that continued to pass through the archives. That morning, however, there were three sheets of paper in front of her, two pens, an untouched cup of coffee, and the nameless man sitting across the table with a suspicious expression.
Amelia stood beside the bookshelf.
Kael stopped in the doorway.
"Should I be worried?"
Irelia looked up. "Usually, yes."
"Good morning to you too."
"Good morning."
The nameless man pointed at the papers.
"She made a contract."
Kael entered.
"For you?"
"Yes."
Irelia corrected him. "For his work."
"That sounds like it's for him."
"You're still excellent at legal nuances."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
