As soon as she felt Amelia’s fingers through her sleeve, Seoyun’s arm jerked away from them. Her gaze was sharp where it swept upwards to the woman’s face.

What was she playing at? Testing her that way, feeling her arm – was this pretty church-going look a façade?

More suspicious of her than ever, Seoyun narrowed her eyes and walked a slow circle around her as she spoke. If it was a disguise, it sure fit well. Amelia was either an excellent actor or a genuine holy woman, and from the way she kept trying to steer her towards the church, Seoyun had a feeling that it was the latter.

“Mm,” she hummed shortly, ending her circular inspection. She crossed her arms, throwing a glance back to the church building and then to the road she’d come from.

“On my ship,” she said. “But I could deal with somewhere closer if I have to come back here all the time. So, show me a place.”

Seoyun nodded with an expectant look back to Amelia.