Eve looked at her.
Vessa was looking at the street. The cat. The amber light on the old stone buildings.
She looked smaller outside than she had in the back room. Not less.....just smaller. A person rather than a source of information. An old woman who had been carrying something for a very long time and was only now putting part of it down.
"You've been in Aldenmere since you got our response," Eve said.
"Yes."
"That was ten days ago."
"Yes."
"You've been sitting in that inn for ten days."
Vessa looked at her. Something almost dry in it. "I've had worse waits."
Eve almost smiled.
Didn't quite.
"You really knew her," Eve said. "My mother."
"Yes."
"Not just....politically. Not just as an ally."
