Dei was fine with it.
"I can just have my guards walk over."
The clerk immediately raised a reassuring hand.
"You needn't trouble them, Lady Deianira. Your horses and carriages will be handled by our transport staff and be sent to your chosen destination."
"Oh."
She smiled faintly.
"Then that's fine, I suppose."
Arc crossed his arms.
"Same. Send mine to the manor."
The clerk paused mid-step, visibly hesitating.
His eyes flicked toward Arc, though still a little lowered.
"Lord Arcadia… forgive me, but… are you certain?"
Arc's fluffy ears twitched.
"Certain about what?"
The clerk swallowed.
"About your manor, my Lord. I've heard… you haven't visited since the day your—"
"Since the day my parents died?"
Arc cut in with a scoff, silencing him.
His words made the air awkward enough to chew on.
Something that was news to Xenos, who looked at the wolf-boy with pity.
The clerk lowered his gaze even further, only a few inches more from bowing.
