So he could sew and was just harassing her on purpose?!
Thalina gawked at Eyrx as the realization hit her like a sack of overripe fruit. She had been struggling, pricking her delicate fingers, hissing in pain, and this cold-blooded menace had just sat there, watching her suffer—for what? His own twisted amusement?!
Her eye twitched. "You—"
He turned slightly, silver eyes glinting with something unreadable. "Hmm?"
Thalina sucked in a sharp breath and pointed a trembling finger at him. "You! You could sew this whole time, and you just let me embarrass myself?!"
Eyrx blinked, tilting his head in a way that made her even angrier. "You never asked."
"Oh, oh, oh—so now I have to ask for basic decency?!"
He shrugged, completely unbothered. "It was entertaining."
Thalina nearly threw Vanora at him. The little creature clung to her fur blanket instead, eyes wide with shared betrayal. (We need to get this woman some fur pillows)
