Her fingers had been moving in her lap through all of it, small precise twitches, a puppeteer running strings on nothing, and at the question they went still.
"No." The pitch dropped out of her voice entirely, and for one sentence she looked at him instead of the wall.
"When our guild dissolved out from under us in the middle of the competition, he took the whole roster in. Same team, same points, our names still on the board. So I don't know what you came here looking for, but you won't find it in me."
Whitlock studied her.
"And your working relationship with him day to day? Describe it."
Vaelira drew the breath for an ordinary answer and did not spend it, because she had just seen the shape of the thing.
