Shady

She looked at him fearfully. “D’Ara?” Gods.

Ky hesitated. Straight to her room, then. No wandering. “I see.”

Ky’s gut did another little flop. “Who?”

She furrowed her brow even more, pouting as she glanced away. He was speaking the fear in the pit of her stomach. Happily.

She gave him a dirty look before she could stop it. “They’re going to send it to me there.”

She shook her head. “God I hope not.”

“Boiled leather. For training. Captain Bay said I should get some… but it’s probably not going to be done for a month. So I’ll already be home by then.”

“No. Well. We got me some armor but I don’t have it yet she has to make it.”

“Y—“ why was she sir-ing him? “Okay.” She started towards the Keep, glancing over at him. He was so hard to read. So cheery. A cheery liar. Like Aleth. She ...

Ky blinked at it, then slowly nodded and wrapped it up and stuck it back in her pocket. “Oh… okay.”

She furrowed her brow, looking down at the jerky. “What?”

“Do you fake want some?” She held it out to him.

Ky blinked at him. What did that sentence even mean? “Um… I got some jerky.” She pulled it out of her pocket awkwardly. “Can… you… eat? Or not really?”

Her smile faltered a little before she forced it back on. She needed to regard him with the utmost suspicion while pretending she didn’t suspect him at all. Was there ...

(Goddamn it) “Good!” She turned towards the voice with a little smile to see who it was.