The girl called Fessi stared after him, her face set in a confused frown. “I apologize, Ashalia,” she said, pushing a long wisp of hair from her face. “He’s not usually like this…I don’t know what came over him. We’ll get better acquainted later, I’m sure.” She hurried out the door after Kol. “I think I know,” murmured Elocien, so quietly that Asha wasn’t sure she was supposed to hear it.
