Trafalgar's steps did not slow. He kept walking beside Cynthia, his attention resting on the castle-like hall ahead, their destination rising beyond the flow of guests and carriages. Only after a few breaths did he look at her and answer. "Well enough, I suppose. It was not ideal. The ideal result would have been discovering that none of what I found existed in the first place. Since it does, that knowledge now gives me new things to deal with."
Cynthia looked at him as they walked. The noise of Aurevane moved around them, bright and formal, full of people excited for the main event without knowing how much filth had been dragged out from under its polished floor. Her brows drew together slightly. "Are you okay?"
Trafalgar paused in thought more than in movement. The question caught him off guard, so he arched one brow and pointed at himself with both hands. "Why ask that? I am perfectly fine. Look at me. I do not have a single wound."
