"I daresay there'd be a problem if you didn't," her voice is easy, light. She takes another sip of coffee, looking away from Meghan out across the street.
Morgause feels it, now. Cecilia has been listening for that inner certainty, though it's rarely very clear, still she's not blind to Meghan's discomfited wariness.
"Isn't it funny how sometimes even the smallest of towns can start to seem smaller yet?"