Vesta instantly stood up from her seat, her chair scraping harshly against the stone floor. "A statue? Why are you asking about a statue?" she snapped, her voice sharp, almost accusatory, her usual composure broken.
Sezel's eyes narrowed, his mind racing to understand her violent overreaction. 'Why is she so worked up about it?' he wondered, looking at her. "Well, I too missed it on my way here, maybe you both missed it too," he spoke aloud, sighing.
His gaze shifted to Mari, who stood silently beside him, her small frame trembling, frightened because of the sudden explosion of tension.
Vesta let out a long, ragged sigh, the anger draining from her as quickly as it had appeared. She sank back into her seat, her shoulders slumping. "Sorry," she murmured, running a hand through her long, black hair. "What is with all these questions, anyway?"
"Nothing specific. Just Mari said that she was feeling unwell and she saw a statue on the way," Sezel replied, his gaze fixed on Mari.
