Raelynn sat in the passenger seat, hands folded in her lap, while the city blurring past her window. She stole a glance at Elion, who was focused on the road ahead. His grip on the steering wheel was firm but relaxed, his expression unreadable, as usual. The silence between them was thick but not exactly uncomfortable—just another of those moments where she found herself wondering what, exactly, went on in his head.
He hadn't explained much about this visit to the doctor, and Raelynn didn't bother asking. She had a feeling he wouldn't answer her questions anyway. From what she could guess, the doctor they saw the other day hadn't been convincing enough for Elion, though why that mattered so much to him, she couldn't say.
"Doesn't trust easily, does he?" she muttered under her breath.
Elion's sharp hearing caught it, of course. "Did you say something?"