With an easy, unhurried smile playing at the edges of his lips, Kainal drifted closer to the loud-mouthed idiot and placed a firm, almost companionable pat on his shoulder.
His expression carried that particular brand of calm amusement that always hid a warning beneath it. Then, leaning in just enough for only Naime to hear, his voice slipped into a low, deliberate whisper.
"Naime," Kainal murmured, the smirk never leaving his face, "you really should keep your mouth shut. It would do wonders for you—no, for all of us. Also, just so you know…" his tone sharpened like the edge of a blade, "Arawn hasn't even joined us yet. And with what you've just said, well… I'm fairly certain his probability of joining has dropped significantly."
The words landed like a weight, and the smile on Naime's face evaporated in an instant. It wasn't a slow realization but a full-on collapse, his expression freezing as if someone had poured ice water over his head.
