Luneshale Pass I wonder if I'm being real

His face softened.

Oh dear. It seemed the both of them weren’t too good at this, Akhtar especially. He cursed his tongue of rubber, and put on his best, most reassuring smile.

Oh, if you’re certain I’m not interrupting. He stepped back, allowing the fellahin to proceed before him before leading the way towards his quarters.

I won’t keep you for long, I promise. Saliva gathered beneath his tongue in a rush of nervous nausea for no good reason, but he swallowed it down. Really, he had nothing to be scared of. But he felt jumpier than a frog.