Helena’s voice pulled Anakin from his meditation and he looked towards the entrance. He could see Helena, anyone from inside the stall could see everything from without. And he forgot for a moment that there was charm placed on the area. He gave her a strange look, an almost mocking smile cracked his feather, and he opened his mouth to question if she’d lost her sight during a battle between an ottoman and a set of drawers.
But then he remembered Helena had a very real reason to look perplexed.
“Oh, right. I am,” he called out to her. “Just walk into the stall. I’ll explain once you’re inside.”