When Rigel was in the room with Lerna, he appeared flustered. The awkwardness between them was palpable.
Rigel looked at Lerna as she walked to the bed and sat gruffly on it. He stabbed his fingers in his hair and then rubbed his mouth with his hands. "I told you to keep quiet. You can't just go and blurt what comes right on the top of your head."
Lerna was not well-versed in such matters. Her eyes rounded on the sides seeing Rigel's burst of anger. "What I said out there is right."
"Have you seen the bridge?" he inquired.
"No, how would have I seen it? But I know about it," she shrugged, still looking at him with owlish eyes. Why was he so agitated? She wanted to analyze his behavior, but nothing made sense.
"Unless you are sure about information like it, you cannot go about telling others, especially if it is a matter of war between kingdoms!" Rigel counteracted, his anger evident on his face.
