The truth was, visitors had been rare. Of all of his closest friends, only Ronal had continued sneaking in to see him occassionally after Constans' sudden Tranquility stopped being a curiosity for the rest. Desiderio had come sometimes to read him letters from Father and their older brothers, but his stays grew shorter over the years (although the amount of yelling dropped sharply after the first few months). In retrospect he had seen more of Ashya in his time with the Formori than almost anyone, excepting his fellow Tranquil.
He was about to tell her so, but the way she smiled up at him gave him a very peculiar notion that it might be the wrong thing to say.
"I had not realized," Constans managed thoughtfully, wondering whatever had possessed him to hold his tongue. His hand still rested on the door's latch, and belatedly he realized he was blocking the exit. He opened the door for Ashya, stepping back politely and letting his arms drop to his sides.
"I assumed that you were curious about the process of enchanting."