“How much longer until we reach the North Blue?” Wyleen asked aloud, her face resting in her hand as she leaned against the deck rail. Her eyes were closed, relishing in the cool night air.
“A few days. Just under a week until we reach Cainnen,” he answered, standing behind her. Stiff, still, observant as he watched over his wife.
“Mm,” she hummed, offering a reply of understanding without speaking.
“You have nothing to worry about.”
“I’m not worried.”
“You are, I can tell by how you carry yourself, as subtle as it is. Your expression is also a known tell of yours.”
Wyleen turned, her back against the ship as she looked at her husband, folding her arms. “I see. I know you don’t admit your pride, but I can see it on your face when you feel such a way.”
“Pride?” He tisked, looking off
