Rosalind looked at Irene a bit strangely. There was a semblance of recognition, but a worry that she didn't know her at all.
The female knight offered a small smile to Rosalind. It was fine if she recognized her, and it was fine if she didn't as well.
Now that Irene had leaned further into her femininity, people seemed to think she looked rather different. In all fairness, she thought, the teenage years were the ones when you changed the most. It was what she remembered from when she was last alive. One day a girl, and the next, a woman.
"Could you spare us a bit of your time, Rosalind?" Felix asked the girl.
"Let me deliver these things first, then I will ask the innkeeper," she responded.
It was the very person the knights needed to speak to, so while the maid went to deliver the drinks to the patrons, Irene and Felix went to the front, where an innkeeper was writing something down.
