[Lavinia's POV—Inside the Tent—Continuation]
"…Ahem."
Rey's voice cut through the air like a guilty bell, and the moment it reached us, Haldor and I snapped our eyes away from each other.
I stepped back so fast I nearly tripped over Marshi's tail. Haldor straightened instantly, posture rigid, expression returning to that perfectly carved, emotionless statue—except for the faint red dusting the tips of his ears.
Rey stood at the entrance, hands raised dramatically, eyebrows wiggling like a menace. "Ohh, so sorry for intruding on—whatever… that was."
My eye twitched.
"Rey," I warned.
He coughed into his fist, pretending to act professional. "Right. Yes. You wanted to see me, Princess?"
I gestured sharply toward Haldor. "Heal him."
Rey blinked once. Twice. Then turned to Haldor with an expression that said, Ohhh, I know exactly what happened.
