Emberwood Moon Says

His spoke quietly, and Disa made note to lower her voice to match even though she did not understand why they were whispering. Mimicry had served her well in the past.

She crept closer. Etienne smelled faintly of the sea.

"Disa," she said quietly, meeting his golden eyes with her silver ones. "I am never sad," she said, and frowned at the realization. "Or anything at all. What are you sad about all the time?"