"He doesn't really want to trust you," said Medes.
Both Kier and Ina turned to look at him. The owl was on the floor, drenched in water. He looked haggard with his feathers sticking so close to his body and water dripping from the tips of his folded wings.
"But he does. He trusts you more than he's ever trusted anyone since Crisia, except for me. I would love to hear how this conversation plays out, but it's raining and little Irel here is trembling."
Neither the Witch nor the Mage had noticed that a storm was falling. They looked at each other.
Ina looked beautiful. Kier was sure he would dream about her for a long time.
Kier looked handsome. Ina knew she'd catch herself suddenly thinking about him out of the blue.