Moonspear fight until i'm gone

luckily, terance wasn't as dumb as a stack of bricks. the subtle cues were actually the perfect indicators, and actually kind of a relief. "alya," he said, not as a question, but as a statement. he didn't know alya's thoughts on him and lyra-- in fact, he had never realized it'd been so obvious. he'd probably never know, either, since he was under the draining impression that lyra thought of him as nothing more than a friend-- which could've very much been true. 

despite the fact that his few conscious interactions with alya had gone so negatively (in his eyes), she probably had much more reason to not want to hang around him-- considering his constant mistaking her for one of her siblings. that was probably pretty shitty, and that thought had never once crossed terance's mind. but even so, he surely didn't mind her company, so he shook his head.

"no, no, i'd like it," he said, ears cupping forward. he really would like some company.