𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 warned him of the female's approach before his ears could catch the soft pat of her steps. Ever since her arrival, Elspeth has helped many with her HEALING talents. Even Rhys appears to trust her and as someone who can slip into the minds of others, his brother should know in truth that female has no ill intent. But Azriel knows she has acquired other sets of skills that she might be employing unbeknownst to all. The healer might've convinced the High Lord of her innocence, but the Shadowsinger requires further, and more CERTAIN, assurances himself. TRUST is a gift that the Spymaster seldom grants others, not merely because it's part of the job, but because it's in his NATURE. It's why she's defending herself now with those apologetic words, which only have him crossing his arms over his chest. The FROZEN mask remained masterfully in place. The female was too quick to blurt those words.
❝ What are you? ❞ The question was as smooth as his voice, seemingly rooted on nothing but CURIOSITY rather than accusation. He could specify on what it is that he wanted to know, but experience has taught him that it's best to keep questions DIRECT and short. Often, it UNNERVED others enough to have them spill their truths and SECRETS without much demand.