Felita watched Thorin’s jaw clench as his nostrils flared and his aura pushed around them. She could see the rage on his face, which made her curious. She lay her hand on his forearm, “Thorin, is everything alright,” she asked. He ended the conversation in his mind and turned his red eyes to her, “No, I’m sorry I hate to cut our lunch short, but I must deal with some disobedient subjects.“ Felita understood that as a leader, he would sometimes be pulled away from her to take care of things, so she wasn’t upset. Instead, she offered to go with him, “I would like to see how things are dealt with in your kingdom. Should I go with you?” He laid his hand on top of hers, reassuringly, “No, not this time. I do appreciate you asking, though. I promise I won’t be long.” Felita remained at the table
