Amara's lips curved down, her gaze turned downcast as she pulled her tongue in silence. Watching her ears droop sadly made Ayen think twice about what he said, and something inside him twisted in pain. It was like he had just been shot by guilt after giving his daughter an earful. He wanted to reach out to her and pat her head, but knew someone else was itching to do the same.
Kalel tapped her shoulder and pulled Amara to face him. But what he saw just made it harder to move. He touched her chin and lifted it up. He smiled, then flicked the young woman's forehead.
"Ow."
Kalel chuckles, "Come on, we can do this."
Amara nods, "So, what now?"
"What now?" Ayen echoes.
"The town's mayor," The noble woman turns to the knights, "We have to talk to the town's mayor. Terte might be collapsin
