The man, Dane pulled away, holding Neveah at arms length. "Let me take a better look at you. You've lost a good measure of that paleness, Princess."
"And you look sharper around the edges. Not in a bad way though, I'm sure you fight better now..." He was saying.
"Let go all the way, Dane." The woman cautioned again. "And stop talking."
Neveah's lips twitched slightly despite herself.
"Oh right." Dane's hands dropped to his side. His right hand went up to scratch the back of his head, chuckling awkwardly. "Forgive me. I tend to get a little carried away."
Neveah smiled hesitantly. "I... Laila told you already, didn't she?"
The two exchanged a glance before their gazes returned to Neveah, now sympathetic.
"She did." The woman stepped forward, taking Neveah's hand in hers. "You've not had it easy, Neveah."
"My name is Colleen, and this is my husband, Dane. And that's Vincent..." She gestured to the quiet, brooding man at the side.
