Felix jumped like he'd seen a ghost. In the span of a second, he straightened up and smoothed out his clothes before sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
"Hello, little lady," he said to Emma, breaking out what was supposed to be a disarming grin.
Emma did not often smile at others, especially someone as ugly as Felix, so she did not bother to answer, only staring intensely at him with her dark and steady gaze.
"What were you doing, sir?" Emma repeated. She hated engaging in excessive chatter, but Winter had told her that people would take her more seriously if she spoke more. As a result, she did try to talk more often now.
"I-" Felix cleared his throat nervously, then perhaps he realized that he was dealing with a child and leaned over the much shorter Emma. "That is none of your business. This area is not safe for children. Please return to the entrance of the prince's tent."
