“He’s vain too,” Onua said loudly. “He takes as much time to dress for court functions as any lady. Which is bad enough, but then he ruins his clothes sitting on the grass to watch meteor showers.” “But that’s my good side,” protested Numair. “You really should tell her some of my faults.” He paused then added, “Then again—please don’t. I forgot you actually know my faults.
