Shady

Pratik scoffed. "You've never trusted me even a little."

Pratik looked at her guiltily, then glanced away. "... Probably."

(haha fair!) "We'll stay here until we've rested and recovered," Pratik translated. "Lord Ash wants to speak to us." He hesitated, realizing he would have to explain why Sera had ...

(Yeahhh… I vote no haha but up to you) Pratik glanced at Ada, wondering if she’d react to her name being said.

(Idk… it is pretty cruel, but I also don’t know what you have planned for her. And I wouldn’t say it’s out of the question. He’d been abusing her for ...

Pratik watched calmly, ready to jump in to help if Rickard's anxiety got the best of him.

(NO! I swear to god, if she's pregnant... I will rage quit xD) "I hope you both feel better," Pratik murmured. She was lying. But he wasn't going to push ...

Pratik glanced at Ada. He wanted to ask what had happened, but he figured that might be abrasive. He settled for, “… are you okay?”

“You will,” Pratik encouraged. He glanced at the office door again. He hoped the same could be said of Ada.

Pratik assessed him for a moment, slowly taking his hands off the collar. His demeanor softened. Just because Pratik knew they both deserved to be treated well didn’t mean he ...

“No such thing.” Pratik slipped his thumbs under the collar and held it up off the sores. “You deserve as much kindness as anyone.”

“I hope so too,” Pratik agreed, following his gaze. “But Sera seems like an excellent apothecary. I’m sure she’s in good hands.”

“I’m paid to keep my mouth shut, so there’s not much I can say,” Pratik warned. He pulled his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around them, cringing ...

Pratik hesitated again. He supposed at this point, there was no point in denying that. Sera hadn’t been trying to pretend like she didn’t know Pratik. Rickard had watched Ash ...

“Something like that,” Pratik agreed elusively. This was where the waters got muddy.