The cold glare became a meek deadpan. In her mind, Foel could see through both of their relationships as second nature. The Fiery Fire Of Molten Heart had evolved to the point where the tanomobi could see the affection level of someone.
Despite the skimpy clothing that Damascus wore, the tanomobi bore no ill intent as of now, although she had already prepared a slave formation she could immediately use in case of something escalating. For now, all that she cared about was her partner's state.
'I smell another woman,' Foel thought as she hid her grun, and that smell led to a person below the ground, unconscious as she was hit by a rock straight to the head. 'I didn't sense any strong feelings from Meshia towards that person, the same as the barbarian. That darkish-gray skinned person might just be an unlucky passerby.'
