“I see…” Ingram addressed the cut set in the far left makeup of the Rennes linen. Taking her finger into the divide, she would watch as Sienna observed her with anxiety as neither woman knew what to make of its unique laceration. Yet, before either would speak a word, the alchemist made note of Sienna, who was biting the edges of her nails in anxiety while her eyes wore fatigue unwell and heavy but were forced large by her uncertainty of an assassin hiding in the shadows; or worse...in the skin of an ally.
“Perhaps if I can convince you or Asmodeus to disband this bracelet from my wrist then I would hold the chance to defend myself if the moment should arise once more-” It was now that Ingram slowly nodded as she held a theory of her own.
“Ah…” Ingram would voice before turning back to
