{Third Person}
Amara blinked slowly, her vision taking a second to adjust.
She squinted, then tilted her head. "…Why is he standing there like that?" she muttered, her voice low but not low enough.
Jasper, standing slightly behind Alexander, closed his eyes for a brief second. 'This will not end well.'
Amara leaned forward slightly, trying to focus. Then her eyes widened just a fraction. "Oh… it's you."
Alexander's expression didn't change for the better. If anything, it grew darker.
Amara straightened—well, attempted to—and looked at him properly. Then she scoffed.
"You know," she began, her words loose now, unfiltered, "the only thing you're really good at… is killing people."
Elowen blinked. Jasper almost choked on absolutely nothing. But Alexander didn't move.
Amara continued, her voice gaining a strange confidence. "Even your face—" she gestured vaguely toward him, "—your good looks… they don't help you at all."
Elowen slowly began stepping back very subtly.
