Thriska stepped closer, her back straight, though there was a trace of hesitation in her shoulders. She stopped right in front of Lucas and bowed deeply.
"Good morning, Young Master Voss," she said. Her voice was clear, yet there was an awkward note she couldn't quite hide. Her eyes flicked briefly toward Silvara before returning to the ground.
Lucas observed the female knight. Something about the way Thriska stood today felt different. The Grimhelt knight he knew was usually sharp and vigilant, like a freshly honed blade. But the woman before him now looked more like a teenager who had wandered into a room full of adults by mistake.
Before Lucas could return the greeting, a small blur shot past.
"Lady Black Hair!"
