The technician's excitement was not subtle.
It didn't come out as volume, because he knew where he was and who could overhear him, but it came out in movement.
His hands wouldn't stay still. His pace kept changing as if his legs couldn't decide whether to sprint or restrain themselves. Even his breathing carried the same energy as someone trying not to laugh during a sermon.
Aerenyx walked beside him without matching his excitement.
It was like a dog whose tail was wagging so fast it made the rest of his body move.
Shaking his head, Aerenyx kept his posture loose and his face neutral, the same mask he wore around humans when he couldn't be bothered to correct their assumptions.
The man's happiness meant nothing. The man's importance meant less. He was a set of legs leading Aerenyx toward a location that might place him nearer to Sera, and that was the only reason he tolerated the chatter.
