Lost Creek Hollow Use the sleeves of my sweater, let's have an adventure

Kel blinked and shot a slightly confused glance at Faun, but didn't dare to openly question her. That... wasn't what he'd thought they were asking. He held back the overwhelming urge to cringe at how forward she sounded, how clinical her words were. As if they'd simply made a business deal, and didn't care at all what their leaders thought of it.
He turned his gaze anxiously to Silvertongue, awaiting her response. Perhaps she would take it well from Faun. Kel felt that if he'd said it that way, he'd have been sent packing as Faun feared.