H-503: Cap Isle, Victory Hotel, Private Anteroom
Cinna looks down to Lia’s touch, then back up to her face; studies her for several long seconds, her face a mask but conflict behind her eyes.
“Go through,” she whispers, and leaves through the outer doors.
She watches Cinna leave with a small frown between her brows, feeling oddly unsettled by the experience and not knowing why.
Eventually she will turn and head through the inner doors.