As he continued to laugh, the redder her cheeks grew and the more she pouted and sulked at the situation. She was worried the water would flatten her hair and her ears pay poke out and that would require a lot of explaining. Especially once he reached out to untangle the little creature from her locks. Watching carefully she stayed still to limit any stance to accidentally entangle him more.Â
âI guess I am a sight, especially when that frog was in my hair. I wanted to catch a fish, not an amphibian,â she laughed at her own expense as she unlatched some kelp in her hair as well.Â
âI swear if you tell anyone about this, Iâll tell my brother you pushed me in.â She never actually would lie and blame him, but she hoped the threat would limit any embarrassment.Â
      At the mention of Seteth, Ferdinandâs face immediately begins to pale. She wasnât serious was she? Surely this was a jest. It has to be! Or is it? Flayn has never been so cruel, especially not to go to the length about lying to her brother in such a manner. But what if she was? The thought alone seems to form a pit in his stomach as he stares at her.
      âI would not dare tell a soul about this unfortunate circumstance!â Thereâs a bit of panic in his voice and even he himself can hear it. He quickly reaches out a hand to further help tidy herself back up but he retracts it just as fast. Should he try to even help her further? What if that only caused more trouble? He has never truly had a reason to fear Seteth, but now...heâs not entirely sure.
      âWe need not bring Seteth into this. I promise no one else shall catch wind of it.â