The, more so, awkward than stifling silence between them was over when Arabella's voice cracked its barriers.
"Thank you," she muttered.
Silas threw one glance her way before looking ahead again, "What are you thanking me for?"
"For allowing me to speak without interjecting," her eyes seemed focused on the tip of her shoes which peeked from underneath her gown again and again, each at their turn as she walked.
"To be frank, I was quite curious to hear the next thing you had to say myself," he paused before adding, "That and… I've never seen Cynric out of words before. Needless to say, it was a treat,"
The young woman cleared her throat and waited for her cheeks to recover their natural shade.
"I didn't mean to overstep," she shook her head.
Instead of commenting on her recent words, Silas decided to broach the subject matter he wanted to discuss from the very moment Cynric had turned around to leave.
