Mordeu stretched one last time, but as he glanced ahead, he saw Ayra, Fjall, and Freya already making their way to the starting point of the race.
He proceeded to join but was held back.
"Are we okay?"
Mordeu lifted his head from Alana's fingers around his wrist. She had a look of worry on her person, the way her body shook, she was obviously deliberating whether or not this was a good idea.
Well, it was a bad one. Cillian stood no less than four feet away from them, and their sudden interaction caused his attention to befall them. He did not look like he would be pulling his eyes away at any moment. As it seemed, privacy was a term he knew nothing about.
Alana cleared her throat. Seeing as her question was left unanswered, she slowly unwrapped her fingers from his wrist, but before she could finally take her hand back to her side, Mordeu caught it.
"What would make you think otherwise?"
