"Serena. We will be right back."
Elara crossed the Shadowfell's main gallery, and grabbed Serena's arm before anyone could object.
Hyran opened his mouth.
"Right back," Elara repeated, already walking, already pulling, already navigating the corridors of Shadowclaw like she lived there. Probably how Serena should have been considering.
Serena let herself be pulled.
"Do you have a room here?" Elara asked, her stride unbroken.
"No."
Elara stopped walking. Turned. Looked at her.
"That is problem number one."
She resumed walking. She stopped at a sitting room that looked empty, unused.
Elara pulled Serena inside. Shut the door. Turned the lock.
She faced Serena with crossed arms, assessing using best friend diagnostics.
"Talk. You look like a bitch."
Serena blinked. "Excuse me?"
