"My apologies, lady! And to you!" With soldier took his leave, hurrying away awkwardly, his actions crudely shameful. Saera watched Jin carefully as he took her hand and pulled her back to the main building, tossing a dark look over his shoulder. Saera had seen men shout and fight in her lifetime, but it was Jin's stillness that had been the most intimidating and unpredictable.
Jin didn't speak until they'd returned to his room and he'd changed out of his dusty riding outfit.
"I need to go see Akira," he said, rolling the sleeves of his shirt over his forearms. "I'll stop at the kitchens and ask them to bring food and bathwater. It shouldn't be long." He turned to where Saera had sat quietly, watching him. "I'm sorry you had to witness those comments. Are you alright?"
