"...Why is there a golden lock above your head?" Robin asked with a trace of curiosity and genuine interest as he remained seated where he was, showing no intention of standing despite the unusual circumstances unfolding before him.
"A lock above my head?!" Althera immediately began waving both hands above her head as though she were trying to catch an invisible insect hovering just beyond her sight, repeatedly attempting to tilt her neck back and look upward, but accomplishing absolutely nothing.
Unable to see anything herself, she turned toward Glatheon. "Do you see anything?"
"...." Glatheon knitted his brows together deeply and stared above her head for several moments before slowly shaking his head. "..No, I don't see anything at all."
