Ariadne wanted to ask him why, but given how low his tone was, she supposed it wasn't something to be discussed in public.
She had no reason not to trust him, of course. So she tucked her hand away.
And turned her attention on the walls of Redcliffe. It was a confusing sight. Mostly because the architecture didn't match what she was used to seeing in Valeria. It was...almost flimsy. It reminded her of the scattered Human villages of Deleo that her mother so often warned her to stay away from.
She wasn't in Valeria.
...so then...where was she?
Expectantly, she looked up to Sherlock, half wishing she had the Elvish propensity for telepathy. "Ariadne," she told him abruptly.
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She had no reason not to trust him, of course. So she tucked her hand away.
And turned her attention on the walls of Redcliffe. It was a confusing sight. Mostly because the architecture didn't match what she was used to seeing in Valeria. It was...almost flimsy. It reminded her of the scattered Human villages of Deleo that her mother so often warned her to stay away from.
She wasn't in Valeria.
...so then...where was she?
Expectantly, she looked up to Sherlock, half wishing she had the Elvish propensity for telepathy. "Ariadne," she told him abruptly.