Calyx's grip tightened around his sword hilt in an almost instant response to the threat. However, he refrained from making any sudden gestures, his eyes slowly shifting to his side to see the wielder of the dagger that was placed at his neck. The feel of its cold blade on his skin acted as a warning not to make any further movements.
It felt like a significant overreaction for bumping into someone, especially considering the person he bumped into hadn't even acted. It didn't make sense, but in hindsight, nothing that transpired since he reached Eenac did.
"Lower your weapon, R. You're always overdoing it," the girl Calyx bumped into instructed. Calyx felt as the cold steel was taken off his skin, letting him breathe a sigh of relief.
"I do apologize. We heard quite a bit about Eenac, so she's been a bit on edge."
