"I need to stretch my old back or I'll end up with a stiff neck and back," he muttered. The guards exchanged a look, clearly unconvinced by his flimsy excuse, but Elric was so stubbornly committed to it that they eventually just nodded along, if only to stop him from nagging.
"Well, you've stayed here for three years, and I've seen everything there is to see about you, even your little clam, so we're already closer than sisters. As for your thoughts and how your mind works?"
"Of course, I can read you easily. So, why don't you just tell me what's going on and what you need me to do?" Silas said, crossing her arms as she waited, acting like every bit the older sister, urging Addison to be honest.
"Silas! You're not acting like a Saintess at all!" Addison almost roared in mock anger. By now, she was used to it, but at first, Silas's blunt words had shocked her, especially the way she spoke about intimate things so casually, like an old mother or as if they were nothing at all.