(The Alchemy Spire - Late Night)
The silence in the Advanced Synthesis Lab was heavy, broken only by the bubbling of a retort.
Rosalie slammed her hand onto the workbench, making the glass rattle.
"I can't do this anymore, Thomas!" she shouted, her voice cracking. "I'm tired of watching the door! I'm tired of waiting! Silvie is out there, alone, with... with monsters, and we're just sitting here mixing potions!"
Thomas didn't look up from his notes, but his pen stopped moving.
"Silvie has not communicated," he said, keeping his voice steady, though the grip on his pen tightened. "That means it isn't safe. If we move now, we compromise her position. We become liabilities."
"I don't care about position!" Rosalie snapped. Tears, hot and angry, spilled from her hazel eyes. "She's my best friend! And you... you're her brother! How can you be so cold?!"
