The second she heard his voice, every trace of worry and unease disappeared from her physically, and she maintained that apathetic look from then on. Zoan was wearing a long black cloak from head to toe, and she could tell the material was expensive and thick. Locks of white hair fell down the front of his face as he jumped down from the tree he had been sitting on, landing firmly on his feet with both hands buried in his pocket.
Every inch of his skin was properly covered, except his face of course. As he walked towards her, Raziah pointed her sword at him with one hand, while still holding Caius against her with the other, the clear warning in her eyes telling him not to even think about coming too close.
