Her eyes were the only part of her face that couldn't hold still.
They moved across everything, his Primus Apeiron form, the surrounding destruction, the consumed Ragnar remains, back to his form, in rapid calculating passes that held more processing speed than the rest of her presentation suggested.
"I come in peace! In peace, you hear?!" She had both hands up. "Even though I made a deal with Adrastia to keep me alive with his Persevere, I still don't want to try fighting you!"
She closed her eyes.
She opened them slowly, looking at him from between half-closed lids as though she needed to confirm he hadn't moved during the closing, and when she confirmed he hadn't, something shifted in her face. The nervous energy remained, but underneath it a bright satisfaction appeared.
She put her fists on her waist.
She straightened up, took a breath, and looked at him with an expression that was attempting composure and achieving something adjacent to it.
