"We're being watched."
"I know, Dior."
Lovelace is using my fake name, as we are in the dining room of the inn, having our breakfast.
I can sense an anxious stare directed at us. It feels weird, because we didn't sense anything like that during our travels.
"Do you think that it's the people whom you heard at night?"
"It's possible, but I would only be certain if I heard her voice."
"Of course, it makes sense."
Lovelace and Lillian are sitting in front of me, on the other side of the table, with their backs to the window. The feeling is coming from outside.
There.
A robed girl with a hood, under which only a blonde braid is visible.
"We should assume that she can also listen to us right now."
"You're right, Lovelace. Shalia would be able to extend her sense like we do, right?"
There's no reaction from the figure.
"No, I'm keeping the sound-dampening spell active all the time. It's been burning through my mana, but I can still sustain it for some time."
