Third-person POV
Yuna watched as Iris paced back and forth across the small room, her boots clicking softly against the floor. At first, she hadn't minded the silence.
She had assumed Iris was just thinking, that maybe she was planning out their next move against Electra, maybe gathering her dark little thoughts before sharing them, but after nearly ten minutes of watching Iris do nothing but pace and mutter under her breath, Yuna felt her patience snap.
She cleared her throat loudly, folding her arms across her chest. "Are you going to say anything, Iris?" she asked, her voice sharp with irritation. "Because I didn't come all the way here to watch you walk around like a lunatic."
Iris stopped pacing, her head snapping up, her cold eyes meeting Yuna's. For a second, Yuna thought Iris might lash out at her, but instead, Iris let out a sigh, running a hand through her hair.
"I'm sorry," Iris said, though her tone sounded flat, almost forced. "I was just… processing."
