Thais gazed at Constans. Unlike her expression, his expression was simple, calm… perhaps a little bit confused, and almost non-changing. She glanced down at the tranquil’s body before looking back up.
She didn’t answer his attempt to clarify. Instead, she placed the staff at her back. She no longer wanted to carry the object. She listened to Constans’ following question as she finished adjusting the object.
“Are you sure about that, Constans?” She asked, a light teasing tone becoming clear in her voice.