Bab 101: Trust

"If you are unable to find where he stores them merely by observing, then I trust you know what to do?"

She pushed her breasts together, and open her eyes wider.

"Use my charm, you mean?"

"Correct."

He said after exhaling through his nose in response to her dramatisms. He walked slowly over to a cupboard that sat in the corner of the room, and opened up the door. She observed his every movement.

He produced a thin piece of blue cloth, and tossed it to her. She jumped slightly at the sudden speed with which his arm moved, before growing embarrassed at her timidness, looking towards him to see whether he had noticed. But he was already walking back to the table, pouring himself a cup of tea from the steaming kettle, his back to her.

"What's this?"

She questioned, holding it up, struggling to see it's utility. It was a very small piece of cloth. Not even enough to cover a single arm.

"A veil. Use it whilst you're observing."