"There's a place called the Lower Conservatory," Cynthia said, her voice kept low between the clatter of plates and the loose noise of students eating around them. "There are several exhibits there. While I was doing one of the activities Director Selara assigned , I overheard two workers talking about it."
Trafalgar did not answer imdiately.
Cynthia continued, probably taking his quiet as permission. "I checked the map afterward because the na caught my attention. It's close to another place. The Glass Atrium." Her finger traced the edge of her folded assignnt paper. "That place interested you last ti, didn't it?"
Trafalgar stayed quiet.
'She's been paying that much attention lately?'
It was strange, having soone notice the small things so consistently. Not unpleasant, exactly. Strange. Usually, that level of attention ca from people with knives hidden sowhere, political motives, or the irritating habit of calling themselves friends right before causing trouble.
Cynthia, at least, did not fit into the first two categories.
The information itself was useful. Lower Conservatory. Near the Glass Atrium. Close enough that the two places might share staff routes, storage access, or lower-level infrastructure. If Aurevane wanted to hide sothing under polished glass and expensive manners, a conservatory attached to the Atrium made an ugly amount of sense.
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