"It extends to the arcane."
After saying that, she took a brief, deliberate pause, waiting—perhaps even daring—him to grasp the full ramifications of her words.
Lugh simply stared at her.
Seconds passed. Then more. And when nothing continued to happen, his patience began to visibly fray.
"And?"
He said flatly.
"What sort of reaction is that?"
Zhou snapped, her tone sharp and incredulous.
"I just dropped some major news and all you can say is 'and'? Selaphiel, I can't deal with this kid, he's an i—"
"Cut it out,"
Selaphiel interjected, her voice calm but steely, like an iron door swinging shut on the rising argument.
That was all it took to ignite another fresh wave of bickering between the two elves, their tones rising and overlapping.
Voices became noise.
Jahira, who had done little more than hover at the edges of the scene since her introduction, stepped up beside Lugh.
Without a word, she patted his shoulder and gave a small, weary shake of her head.
