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It's not the most pleasant carriage ride you've ever experienced.

Though Min apparently recognizes when they've been outvoted enough not to blurt out the truth to Evander themself, they don't let up with the betrayed gazes across the seats, and they keep anxiously tapping something against the carriage wall. Eventually, you think you recognize the rhythm from their song about you, though it's harder to say without the tune.

Alvis's mood sours as the day goes on. His answers to Evander's questions eventually dwindle down to grunts and then to nothing, and he divides his time between staring silently out the window, returning Min's melancholy looks with glowers, and pointedly clearing his throat in their direction in what's presumably a request for them to stop hitting the wall. Min responds by increasing the volume, and then by adding some kind of counterpoint rhythm with their foot.

"I just wanted to say again what a pleasure it is to be traveling with you today," Evander says, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the symphony of seething animosity.