"I asked you whether you know anyone who can make rifts appear," Merisa said at first, her tone steady but halfway through the sentence she stopped herself. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she studied him more closely. "No… never mind. I think you do know, don't you?"
Her voice shifted, not accusing, not gentle either just incredulous. Because he had not answered. Because he went gone silent in a Obious way making it mean something. Not to say the way he stood there, shoulders still, gaze lowered just slightly as if staring at something only he could see. Deep thoughtfulness and contemplation clear on his face.
She saw it.
And that was enough.
Razeal slowly tilted his head toward her, the movement almost lazy. His expression was completely detached now, any trace of earlier contemplation wiped clean. "And why," he asked quietly, "should I answer you?"
