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Again his words catch her off-guard, and she peers at him curiously. He's terribly good-natured for a stranger, she thinks. It strikes her as suspicious, but she craves the mild interaction. I don't need to trust him, she reminds herself. I see, She says, quiet for a moment, then offers a wry smile. Terribly far above my head, all that.
She's being sarcastic, but in a way she means it; it's a petty dispute, and one she's willing to ignore. You lead Morningside? She wonders, still studying the golden wolf as if there's something greatly puzzling about him. She can see it — he's charismatic, and the aura he carries inspires trust to an extent; as if he's inherently one of the good ones.
Yet, she's learned these wolves are often the most dangerous, and she finds she no longer believes in true goodness. She'll watch Aditya closely, and she'll wait for his mask to slip.