The last thing anyone needs is more than one of you, much less in the same place at the same time. I hope you never meet him.

[ she hopes no one ever meets him. that said, she looks at him a moment at the question, brows furrowed. she genuinely doesn't know what to say.

eventually she sighs, lifting her veil to flip it back over her hair, and all eight eyes blink at him in tandem. ]

I still don't trust you.