"Are you alright?" Andor asked the Cleric behind him.
"I'm fine," she said and he was surprised by how stable her voice was. It wasn't like the stability of someone who now felt safe but like that of someone who had never been in danger in the first place.
"I'll heal him now," she said and gestured at the Slave with the gash on the side of his head.
"Of course, I'll protect you," Andor said and allowed himself a glance back before she turned her face away to heal the Slave. She was pretty.
"Andor," Eloise called out gently. She now stood about two feet away from him in an attacking pose while her sword was pointed at the Orc she had hobbled but was now back to its feet.
"Hmm?" Andor replied to the call with a raised brow.
"Focus," Eloise said.
Andor flushed.
