Caan saved her from answering a question she knew she’d break to. Instead, he replaced it with a new path, and it was time for Aivar to face the trials of meeting the band after slinking along the outsides for days. Cen had accepted the presence at first for what she could only assume was trust that he’d been chewed up and down in assessment of threat. It did not mean the inevitable wouldn’t come, and that inevitable had fortunately or unfortunately been her favorite spitfire boy.

A small curve of a smile, a nudge in Aivar’s direction with tired an eyes. “I would worry if you are okay. We have a visitor...

Nutuyikruk did not dare walk in front of the prince and slowed to invite Caan forward, brushing flanks with Aivar in comfort as she slid back. “The prince.”

N-no! Thank you for the offer. The girls tail hit the wind in ways before dropping to feign appropriate behavior, not knowing if she was excited or horrified! She whispered as though Aivar could understand. He is under trial.