“You were Dante's Apprentice... And you left to become a soldier?” There was clear confusion and what Leira thought was some misplaced judgment. They hanged back while Leoth took charge, but now she and the other two males drifted to either side of their comrade. Leira flashed a smile and watched as sweat gathered on Jolon's brow. “Not that...there's anything wrong...”
“Shh,” Leira leaned an arm on Leoth, despite his being a few inches taller. “Just let us through, chasihma. No need'a be embarrassed.”
“Yi, no need at all. Leira's right. I mean, we only just came back from a war... tryin' to keep Alsales safe and all.” Mykal chimed in faux dismissive.
A glance at Leoth showed his face was flushed, though Leira wasn't sure it was embarrassment or flattery that had put the color in his face.