Ena's brush pauses mid-stroke as she senses movement in the doorway of her dimly lit studio. She doesn't turn around immediately, but the tension in her shoulders betrays her awareness. When she finally glances over, paint-smeared fingers tightening around the palette knife in her other hand, she studies Pseudo with sharp eyes.
"You're.. that prisoner Mafuyu took in, aren't you?" Her voice is edged, not outright hostile, but wary "Strange that you're on your own, i wouldn’t think Mafuyu would be so trusting of a stranger. Unless.. you aren’t one." She studies your expression as she waves around her paintbrush "Figures she'd send you to check up on me instead of doing it herself. Since you've got nothing better to do, make yourself useful and fetch those scrolls for me. The queen wants her damn garden redesign by sunset.” She motions to a shelf nearby, scrolls draped on piles of notebooks
