Valerie, focused on preparing a meal, uttered with a calm yet firm tone, "You're down," addressing Islinda without turning his gaze toward her.
Islinda approached quietly, aware that her presence hadn't gone unnoticed by the Fae. She wasn't surprised by Valerie's keen perception; after all, the Fae were known for their superior senses. Standing beside the summer prince, she offered her assistance, "Do you need help with anything?"
Valerie's response faltered as his gaze shifted towards Islinda, his eyes widening in surprise. "No, I don't... think I need one," he managed to finish his words, his tone slightly flustered. The unexpected sight of Islinda seemed to have momentarily thrown him off balance.
Islinda's cheeks flushed as she sensed the intensity of Valerie's gaze, prompting her to shift uncomfortably on her feet. With a nervous scratch at the back of her head, she glanced up at Valerie shyly, questioning, "Do I look so strange?"
