On the other side of the continent, where the sun had already set and darkness blanketed the once-bright sky, a woman stood by the window. In her hand, she held an empty tea cup, her gaze fixed on the starry expanse.
"Seems like Sister Zaria's visit to her student didn't go well this time," a voice spoke from the doorway of the room. Rosetta didn't need to turn around to identify the speaker.
"Keya," she replied without facing the person, "I've asked you to address me as Rosetta until we are in Thevailes."
"Apologies, Sister Rosetta," Keya responded, showing deference. "Old habits developed over so many centuries are not easily discarded."
Rosetta remained lost in her thoughts, her gaze fixed on the world outside. Keya approached her, standing by her side and following her line of sight.
"May I ask you something, Sister Rosetta?" Keya inquired.
"What if I say no?" Rosetta responded.
