“It is not my place to reject the tremendous honor both you and the Prism are bestowing upon me,” Atlas said carefully in a delightfully masculine voice laced with uncertainty. “However, I am merely a Black Guard. Despite being the High Commander, I reside in the barracks. Such accommodations are not suitable for an honored guest such as you, and even less for the blessed one.” The way his scales darkened and the embarrassed expression on his face made me want to give him a hug and tell him everything would be okay.
