"When are we supposed to move?" Ezra asks, a bit more tightly than he meant it to be, as if he was in pain just asking it, like the words themselves were difficult to push out.
Of course, it didn't go unnoticed by Kaelis, whose eyebrows knitted together slightly as he studied Ezra's expression.
"I know it might be upsetting, Captain, but it's for the best."
"I know, Your Highness. You don't have to patronize me," Ezra says, trying not to snap, his tone controlled but just barely.
'Stop sounding like you understand me,' Ezra thought, his jaw tightening. 'You don't.'
Everything was a game to Kaelis.
"I'm not—" Kaelis takes a deep breath, stopping himself before continuing, his voice more grounded now. "You need to move as soon as possible, preferably tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Ezra asks, stunned, the word leaving his mouth before he could soften it.
It felt too fast.
And too sudden.
