"Will come to us soon, Faram willing." Elvira began her retort mid-sentence, borrowing (remolding, twisting, stealing) the other woman's answer as if it was meant to be her response's beginning. Bottling up her frustration from the other holy knights, she sucked in her cheeks and exhaled slowly through her nostrils. When she relaxed her mouth to speak again, a subtle, involuntary pop left her lips.
"Of course we haven't found anything," she said, looking from Maria's placid expression to Rictor's biting fury while biting back a smile. We are knights playing detective. She sighed, brushing a stray strand back behind her ear where it remained loose against tight, hairsprayed curls.
"We are trying to solve a puzzle when we have yet to find the pieces. We are trying to find those pieces without an idea of what they might be."