Climbing back into the carriage, Isis lazily leaned against the door. She had done nothing but sit there, smiling, making herself look pretty, but, much like every other time, she was tired. It was better than the times she was told to cry or give a long-winded sob story, but it was still exhausting to force herself to hold her smile whilst dressed in an outfit she hated. Sighing, she couldn't even be bothered to put up an appearance for Justinian and unconsciously spoke the question she had always been thinking.
"What comes after this?" Straightening up, realising her mistake, she saw Justinian staring out the window, his ring finger tapping against his temple as if in deep thought. He definitely heard her, and she couldn't help but be confused about why he suddenly had no answer. Every other time she asked things, he would shut her down or provide a strange half-answer, but for once he was silent.
