"It's fine. They're not checking anyone," Brandon whispers to her in reassurance, trying to calm her mind before she messes up.
Hinata stares at him, eyebrows furrowed and he wonders if he had always been so gentle with his words.
Mizuki nods, then, looking up at him with a boxy smile, which seems to earn an embarrassed grin from the former man, rubbing his neck awkwardly. He doesn't realise he's been staring until he accidentally knocks face first into the back of a wooden cart and gets yelled at in another language from the owner of the carriage.
"Did you lose your brain?" Shoma asks him, pulling him to one side of the road, the short stone pavement designated for pedestrians to go in without being in the middle of the carriages and oncoming traffic.
