“You can always join my shielding lessons,” Yara chirped from where she’d appeared at Aya’s shoulder. Aya glanced at the girl, noting the teasing smile she fought to keep off her face. Bold, this young Visya. She didn’t flinch under Aya’s gaze, her mouth only pressing tighter into a thin line as a long moment passed. Finally, Aya’s lips tipped into a smirk. “Our general is going to love you.”
