"Oh, I've found my answer."
Leonard's gaze sharpened. Just slightly. Just enough to count.
He didn't speak—but something in the angle of his shoulders changed. Subtle tension. The kind that only ever came from a shift in equation.
"You have?" he asked, voice low, careful.
"Mhm." She stretched her legs just slightly, crossing them the other way with languid grace. "Not all answers need to be loud. Some of them are… quiet. Sunlit. Golden."
Leonard's jaw tightened—not with anger. With calculation.
That phrasing.
But before he could press her, before the space between them could narrow into confrontation—
A soft tone sounded at the front of the carriage as another sigil-lock disengaged.
The door hissed open.
A new figure stepped in.
