The Sentinels My advice?

the tension between them was curious; aria seemed perturbed, unsure of herself. lasher had no concept of what indeed he had awakened in the girl, merely that it was lovely, the shared moment, while she ultimately had decided she wished no more from him. though taltos had never thought himself an entitled beast -- the word of consent was a balm to his ear -- he nevertheless felt the briefest knife of annoyance in his breast as the girl at his side piped with with the emptiness of conversation fillers. yet no sign of this showed upon his features as he turned a pleasant expression to the pale child. 


chiding himself for acting so spoiled, lasher smiled at aria. "i am well. are you yourself the same?" if she wished to segue this into a deeper talk, he welcomed such, for his enjoyment at being alongside her was not drowned by the gentle rejection she had given before.