Dashiell looked at her, but she kept her eyes on the path.
"Anyway," he said, after a moment. "We don't have to… we won't be…" he stopped. Started again. "What my grandmother asked for. That's not something you need to worry about."
Reign frowned slightly.
There was something off about the way he had said it. She didn’t quite understand why, but it sounded offensive. She turned to look at him but found his ears red instead.
Not slightly red, but visibly, unmistakably, extending upward red.
Reign was so stunned by it that her unreasonable anger disappeared as she stared at them.
"Are you okay?" she started.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Why…."
"Your ears…. They are red."
Dashiell's expression hardened, his ears turning redder without his control. "My ears are fine." he grited. "Can we move on?"
