"Who… you again? What's your name? You're the prince…?"
Ezra could hear the effort in Lior's voice. Careful. Polite. Trying to remember the right way to speak. He also heard the tension beneath it. Not fear, not quite. Just uncertainty.
'He's still guarded,' Ezra thought. 'But he's not panicking.'
Maybe because he knew Ezra was nearby.
Even if Ezra had been pretending to sleep.
Helios let out a soft chuckle. "Forgot my name already?"
"Am I… sappos to remember? I'm only four."
Helios went quiet.
Ezra's eyes flew open for a split second before he quickly buried his face deeper into his forearms.
Thank Aurethys for that position. Neither of them could see his expression.
He didn't know whether to laugh or sink through the floor.
Then Helios laughed. Louder this time.
"First of all, it's 'supposed.'"
"Hmph. That is what I said."
