Sylvia's question came suddenly, but the ever-vigilant Outlander, even during an emotionally charged date, did not try to lower his guard, nor did he let the truth slip.
He had promised the Duchess not to tell other Witches about their matters, but looking at the Black-haired Girl in front of him, he didn't want to lie to her either, so Shard remained silent. The young Black-haired Witch did not press further, only recalling her previous conversation with the Duchess in the Council, feeling a shock in her heart, somewhat unbelievable that Galina Cavendish had really taken that step.
[Perhaps, I can too.]
"The other me" gently reminded by her ear, Sylvia knew this was her bold and unrestrained side at work within her soul:
[It's now, the only difference between you and that matter is just a layer of fabric.]
