Lyle stared at Priscila who was seemingly completely oblivious to the situation she had found herself in. With her strength as a low-grade Silver Mage, she would be unable to do anything to Lyle, even if it was during the day when he wasn't boosted, she would still be at his mercy.
Lyle slowly walked over to her. With his wound almost fully healed and protected by a tough bandage, Lyle was certain that she wouldn't be able to sense him. He had put on a dark robe over his armor, so as to not be recognized. After all, someone that was walking around with a hole in his armor was easy to be remembered by all.
He stared at Priscila, and with each step, he took closer to her, his nervousness grew. Lyle didn't know why that was so, this was nothing different from what he usually did.
