Trafalgar straightened where he sat, the shift subtle but unmistakable. His shoulders squared, his breathing steadied, and whatever tension had lingered in his posture settled into something far more reserved.
He looked at her directly.
"Will you answer everything I ask you?" he said. The words were calm, but there was no hesitation behind them. No testing tone. Just a line drawn clearly in the air between them.
Rhosyn met his gaze without flinching. There was no deflection in her eyes, no attempt to soften the moment with humor or distance. She nodded once.
"Yes," she said. "I'll tell you everything I can." After a brief pause, she added, almost thoughtfully, "It's the moment, I suppose."
That made his brow lift slightly.
"Suppose?" he repeated, the single word carrying quiet confusion rather than accusation.
