Swiftcurrent Creek violet curse

if they were to come to blows, he did not know it. the moment was surrendered, arrested by the softer arrival of arlette to the scene. biting back the glare he wanted to send shardik's way, lestan dipped his head at her mollification and did not look up until arric had quit their chaos.
her laughter was reassuring. the mayfair glanced warily at her. "yes. y-yes, ma'am, b-but it's been a year. m-more. akavir is my c-cousin."
his eyes tried not to dart. "d-do y-you need m-me to s-stay here?"