"I understand what you think about this entire thing. Some random comes into your workshop and pushes his weight around to play around with a craft you spent a lot of time mastering. But because of who his girlfriend is, you can only gnash your teeth and accede to his request. Isn't that right?"
Even though Huskarl already agreed to help me out, I didn't want to leave this situation like that. It just didn't sit well with me to force this random and actually helpful girl into obedience only by relying on Ayda's authority.
"What an observant fellow you are."
Not admitting to my words directly, the girl pouted as she moved her face to the side, seemingly trying to hide her expression from Ayda. A funny leftover habit of normal humans, not applicable to the society of witches, where everyone could discern the emotions of others without much trouble.
"Great!"
