Her evolution had destabilized her emotions. That was the only logical explanation. There was no other reason she would react this way.
She clung to that conclusion tightly.
Meanwhile, Liora sat across from them, still dressed properly in her crisp academy uniform, though she was far from relaxed.
She could sense Elion's steady silence and serious expression, and she interpreted it as controlled anger.
Which, from her perspective, was fair. He was within his rights to be issed off.
He had been brought here with no explanation. Then he had been attacked, drained of blood to the point of lethargy, and finally slapped into a boiling bath by the very person he stepped in to help.
Well, he hadn't exactly stepped in to help more so than he had been forced to. But he had helped. Even if he wasn't visibly angry, the tension was thick enough to feel.
