Altair/Ofelia/Open
She resisted that little flare of annoyance at Altair's sarcastic words about the king, tamping it down as effectively as wet earth on a fire. Instead, Ofelia reacted not a whit, busying herself with clicking open her lighter and lighting her cigarette. She'd grown well-accustomed to masking her reactions.
"Pretty words about reconstruction is one thing, without deciphering where the destruction came from in the first place."