Ain stood up, he was tightly hugging Zannie's tiny waist. From the point of view of Azza, who was Zannie's first mate, their actions were half right and wrong.
Damn it, Ain closes mind. Before approaching Zannie, Ain, satisfied with his thoughts, decided that he was indeed a jerk like Zannie often said.
He's a bad jerk taking advantage of a small opening turning it into an opportunity.
"Please don't talk about Azza?" Zannie whispered in wizard arms, her face scrunched up sadly.
"Okay," said Ain, following Zannie's opinion. Ain made the decision that since seeing Griffin with Carol--technically he still needed to be treated by a doctor and Arzan was just giving access to that.
Ain flinched a little, Zannie's long legs wrapped around his waist, she wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly, afraid that Ain would drop her even though he didn't.
