"What happened between you two?" Simraj asked, looking from Isaac to Averon with a suspicious gaze.
"He cried and I gave him my shoul—"
"Nothing like that happened!" Averon cut Isaac off immediately, his voice sharper than necessary as he glared at him.
One of the three Solkara guards standing behind Simraj couldn't hold back a short laugh. It slipped out before he could stop it. Averon's gaze snapped toward him so fast that the air seemed to tighten for a moment, and the guard straightened at once, forcing his face back into a cold, professional mask.
Averon did not remove his glare.
The poor guard began to sweat under it.
Seeing that the situation was about to turn awkward for no good reason, Isaac stepped in.
"Will you be staying here for the night, or are you leaving for your City?" Isaac asked casually, as if nothing had happened.
Simraj shifted his attention back to him.
"About that…"
He glanced at Averon. After receiving a small nod, he continued,
