“I’m sure you can protect me.” He looked at her, expectant. “What?” Shallan asked. “I’m waiting for a wisecrack.” “I was serious,” Shallan said. “With you there, I’m certain the Parshendi wouldn’t dare get close.” Adolin smiled. “I mean,” she said, “the stench alone—” “I suspect I’m never going to live down telling you about that.” “Never,” Shallan agreed. “You were honest, detailed, and engaging. Those aren’t the sorts of things I let myself forget about a man.”
