His eyes adjusted slowly to the dark. "Was it necessary to pull me in like that?" Vencian asked.
Roselys didn't flinch. She opened her satchel and drew out a bundle of folded parchments. "You requested these back in Quesil Migdol. Notes on the blood rituals. I've finished compiling them."
Vencian took the bundle from her hand, weighing it slightly. "Efficient work. I expected it would take longer."
"It took as long as it needed to," she said.
The folded sheets rested in his grip. He wondered how she had copied so many notes in so short a time. Most assistants never dared handle these subjects so closely.
He studied her. Roselys's hair was pinned neatly, her dress of deep blue cut in the plain style the academy allowed. The satchel at her side looked far too practical for someone with her exact sense of order. She never misplaced a thing, not even during their journey through Migdol.
He shifted the papers. "This isn't the only reason you dragged me in here, is it?"
