(Mara POV)
I stared down at the hastily sketched map that Riven had just slapped onto the wooden table. Its edges were curling upward, charred slightly from an earlier mishap involving fire magic and Aria's misplaced optimism.
Elira peered over my shoulder, her expression equal parts amusement and skepticism. "Riven, what exactly are we looking at?"
Riven waved enthusiastically at the drawing. "It's a strategic map," he said seriously. "I've marked all the locations where Elyzara and Velka have behaved suspiciously."
I squinted. "This just looks like the dining hall, a hallway, and… is that the bathroom?"
Aria winced slightly. "We might've been overzealous with our espionage."
Riven sighed dramatically. "We needed thoroughness."
"Thoroughness," Elira repeated dryly. "Or obsessiveness?"
I gave a helpless shrug. "Honestly, at this point, I can't even tell."
