"Commander Thorne has come today regarding the matter of Yvy's—of Yvaine's former case. Remain here and attend," Dorian said evenly.
Caelith inclined her head in acknowledgment. She stepped toward the tea table, lifting the porcelain teapot with steady hands, and poured a fresh cup for Rhaegar.
Rhaegar's gaze rested upon her.
At once, he sensed something amiss.
Though her cheeks bore a faint bloom of rouge, it could not conceal the pallor beneath. There was a fragility to her composure that had not been there before.
Had she… been shaken by last night?
Before he could dwell further, Dorian spoke again.
"Commander Thorne, since you have come in person, has there been any new development in the investigation?"
Rhaegar set his cup down with measured calm.
"The case remains under inquiry. I came today merely to ask whether Lady Yvaine might recall any overlooked details from that day—or whether she noticed any suspicious persons."
Dorian's brow furrowed faintly.
