Aina looked down toward the kneeling Rafthin then toward Leonel. By now, wouldn't Leonel have done something? So why was he just standing there holding back a laugh?
In these last couple years, Aina had gotten better at controlling her coercion to the point that it no longer leaked without her direction. So, that sort of primal desire everyone had when they looked at her was no longer there.
Unfortunately, there was only so much she could do aside from this. Even if she covered her face, the annoyances would come. She hadn't had to deal with such things in the last two years, but it seemed that she would have to get used to it now.
That said, there was quite a simple answer to all of this.
Aina's hand flashed to the side and caught Leonel's arms, subtly pinching his skin as though blaming him for not doing something.
Rafthin's expression froze, his mouth half open as he had been prepared to give another long spiel.
