Seoyun stared blankly back at Amelia as she motioned to her.

The – what? Brennan’s eyes looked like hers because – they were dark, of course.

A similarly dark brow raised with no lack of judgment at the woman’s vague assessment, but she said nothing. It was the information she was after, and this little loon seemed to be trying very hard to give it to her.

“Mmm,” she hummed in response.

Why was Brennan speaking to some Bishop in London? She had to believe it was some other church thing, which meant it wasn’t interesting enough to ask about – no matter how much this Amelia probably would have loved to tell her.

What kind of a name was Brennan anyway? Maljin had a perfectly good name already.

“Thirty years,” Seoyun answered flatly, finally glancing away from the woman’s face. Nosy, but at least she was helpful.

“Why do you keep calling him ‘Father?’ He has kids?”