A Warning
Anna pulled herself together, masking her wariness with an awkward chuckle, "I—Sorry, I'm just surprised to see Arthur's combat advisor suddenly show up. Did something happen?"
"Not exactly. But I want to talk about Arthur. Shall we do that inside?" Asher kept his subtle smile, watching her carefully.
Anna's stomach twisted, a faint prickle of unease settling in. The timing of his visit felt too strange and sudden. It was not as if they were acquainted earlier.
But with little choice, she managed a polite smile, nodding toward the doorway, "Of course. Please come in." She wheeled herself back to let him step inside, closing the door slowly as Asher's footsteps echoed in the cozy, dimly lit space.
She rolled into the kitchen, motioning to the kettle, "Do you want some tea? I was in the middle of cooking."
"If you don't mind," Asher replied with a nod, "Thanks."