It was odd as in his proximity, the cold that had been trapped within the walls of the trophy room no longer bothered her.
As though a veil had been lifted off of her eyes, Arabella was finally able to take a proper look around herself.
Something that hadn't crossed her mind before had been the state of the room or more precisely its cleanliness. Well, it wasn't much the fact that it hadn't crossed her mind, but more so that she could not linger on it.
From the very moment she'd stepped inside, no dust particles had come to tickle her nose and the glass cases sheltering the weapons gathered none either. They simply looked as good as new.
Arabella's lips betrayed her intentions to speak before Silas as they parted, then reconnected a few times while her gaze traveled from one spot to the next.
"Speak up,"
Those words were enough to bring her attention back onto him, but she merely stared, forgetting to blink again.
