Her blush had deepened to a dangerous shade of crimson, and she was no longer sure whether to punch him, thank him, or dig a hole and bury herself inside.
Meanwhile, Rykar looked utterly scandalized.
"… You want to bring your girlfriend to class to not be bored?" he said with undisguised disapproval. "Is nothing sacred anymore?"
"She's not my girlfriend."
Kaelira's head whipped toward him instantly.
"… She's my smith."
She blinked, torn between murder and… something suspiciously warm.
Rykar groaned and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a phantom limb he no longer had. "By the stars above… fine. But don't expect me to treat her gently. You know how I teach. I refuse to change."
Kaelira's blush disappeared instantly as soon as she heard those words. Her eyes narrowed dangerously. "And I refuse to be coddled. I'm not sure if you're worthy of being my teacher as well, but if you are, then treat me in the way you believe will result in the greatest outcome."
