"Do you have any other avenues to pursue Healer Granger, or is this a dead end?" While he didn’t look up, she noticed his quill had begun to hoover above the parchment. The tell-tale scratching was no longer audible despite the jittery movement of the quill. It was too direct of a question, too suspicious. Too much like he had somehow overheard their conversation and was trying to exploit what she had admitted to being a weakness in her own moral fortitude. 