"You can sit, you know," Elia responded breezily. Her bed (and most of the rest of the available space on that end of her trailer) was littered with shopping bags and clothes – everything from pieces of expensive lingerie to accessories, new kimonos and dressing gowns, enough shoes to re-costume every one of her dances. London had made for quite the enjoyable day. "I don't have special enchantments on the furniture, and maybe you could look just a bit less cross if you were more comfortable."
Not that Kennet was the very best at being comfortable or not being cross. It was part of his charm... although Elia had been doing her very best over the past few months not to be charmed. The Ringmaster's attention toward her had cooled, seemingly without any reason – there was a joke there about burning hot and cold. But Elia's wounded pride wasn't exactly amused.
"No, this could not have been done after we spoke. After we speak, I have to get ready for tonight's performances. And after that, I'll be working – as well you know. You aren't the only one with things to do, Kennet." Her tone was crisp, but she couldn't help indulging in the slightest bit of amusement. He really did look terribly out of place, didn't he?
"There is nothing wrong with the Coven's magic. The move went beautifully. Marcus is handling the Hub. The Cauldron is fine. We haven't had any problems in months... I don't understand why you're so worried now."