All she knew was that Yaela was Liam's sister and that keeping her here could eventually push Liam past his current limitations, making him strong enough to challenge the Family Heads themselves. However long this process might take, she didn't know, but she could at least make the effort to understand her captive.
"Tell me your name," Ophix said, her tone carrying the weight of command despite the casual setting.
"Yaela Clint," came the simple reply.
Ophix paused mid-bite, her fork hovering near her mouth. "Clint, you say?" "Yes." For a moment, Ophix's expression grew contemplative, as if searching through distant memories. "Hmm… now where have I heard that name before?" She frowned slightly, clearly struggling to place the familiarity.
After a few moments, she shrugged and returned to her meal. "Well, when I remember, I'll let you know."
